The Venomous Angel

What did I want in a female? I pondered the question as I moved to seat myself amongst the gathering, tall, muscular, ashen form far more akin to the build of a warrior then a healer and yet really it was about time healers began to gain a little glory and look a little attractive isn’t it? My pristine white underside and Angel Marks glowed softly in what light there was as the sunset hue of my gaze moved to rest upon the single creature whom seemed to be running this strange little gathering. I even recognised at least one wolf from my own pack- though I saw no need to engage him in conversation. In fact I rarely engaged anyone in conversation unless I felt like it. I don’t dislike others I just find most tend not to be receptive to my more…unique methods of healing and really it is easier to say nothing then to have to justify my unique methods to peasants who honestly will never understand my art- one not nearly enough of my family took up if you ask me. I would need to visit my brother again soon, it had been some time since Achilles and I last chatted about the state of the world- but back to the task at hand, what did I want in a female. I rolled my shoulders slightly in a wolfish version of a shrug.

“She has to be intelligent, she has to be curious and ambitious, patient- because my masterpieces take time and she has to be of good breeding. I am an Angel after all, we don’t do….riff raff.”

What? At least I was being honest, I hardly needed some offshoot of Jaidah or some sadly little three-legged loner girl. I could even allow her to be dark coloured as long as she came from good blood. My family values it and so do I after all. Egotistical maybe, but I am a veritable genius of my craft and I see not need to waste my time with anyone less. Maybe this is why it’s taken me so long to find anyone- then again I have hardly been looking. Not that I had much competition with this group, I was by far the most attractive