He looks over to Lucia and she smiles back at him, a thing that naturally brings a wag to the tip of his tail and brightens his green eyes despite the situation. He had picked up more of the common tongue and was able to piece together and infer what he thought he needed from Lucia’s words. He nods as Lucia turns to beg if they can play together. At first he smiles, ears perking for a second, but the moment he looks at Lucia’s mom he feels his ears tug back a little.

It appears that the woman does not approve of him, and his brows furrow a bit in reaction. He found himself getting angry from the woman. He did not understand why she was acting this way. His parents were certainly not over protective at all, and he did not understand this nature. Mother was perhaps protective, but not like this...at least he thought.

As she stands over them now she asks if he posses a tongue. This he understands, and a confused look crosses his visage of black and grey. He sticks his tongue out- as he is still very much a pup, and confirms that it is there. ”Yes,” he says with his thickly accented voice. She then starts going on about something and he cannot quite piece together what she is asking due to his limited knowledge. He looks back and forth with his green eyes in an attempt to put together what was said to him. He felt it important, but not equipped to properly handle it. He looks to Lucia, concerned…

That is when he sees the tall, dark, foreboding figure that had come upon them. His green eyes lift to see the orange copper of his grandmother Ava, and the intense look of her natural gaze. She always held the same face, but it was constantly a stern one. He rolled his ears back. Ava was much more scary that Lucia’s mom. He lifts a paw, eyes wide, and unsure of what to do.



Ava: I have noticed Aeon running off before, and since his parents were not going to follow him to find out what he was up to, I will. He is my grandson. He is of my blood and he is young and curious. He has his reasons in this world, and I was not going to let him get harmed or influenced in ways I dislike. Young minds are the most malleable, this I know.

So to my surprised, I follow him to the crags from a distance and watch as he meets another young pup. Innocent enough. I do not mind this. Pups play and learn. I will learn Aeon’s nature from this...and yet this situation is interrupted by an adult wolf...and that is where I stop approving as I see the way she looks at my Aeon. This simply will not do.

I moved closer, my gait sleek and clean. I am an assassin trained by Heyel, and I am the unscratched of the Demon war. Even though I am muscle, and large, I am feminine and maintain my naturally graceful image despite my age. There is a sharpness to my features as I come upon these common tongue females, and this woman is asking my Aeon if he will protect and save the daughter- I assume the lighter colored girl. I stand tall in my approach, towering over this woman who looks at my Aeon in a way that makes me want to rip her eyes out.

”Aeon, Si enim non quaerit quae praesidio puellae minis ab aliquo,” (Aeon, she asks if you will protect the girl from any threats,) I say, translating what I heard, my copper eyes moving from Aeon, to the girl, to the adult. They are like daggers- naturally fierce. Aeon quickly nods his head, excitedly, and I can tell he already has some sort of fixation on the girl. I had wanted to know the answer myself, regardless of the fact that this woman was trying to manipulate my grandchild. ”I videre,” (I see,) I say in Latin. I stare at the woman now, my eyes only narrowing slightly in a subtle threat.

”Aeon, ut hic et in nunc,” (Aeon, you get over here, now) I say with my firm, but sweet like poison voice. My eyes still never leave the woman, my tail raised. I know this is not Glorall, which the scent covers me greatly, but this was not going to stop me. Aeon, hesitantly, looks from the woman to the girl, and then scampers next to me with his head down...I still do not look at him.

”Experiri ad illa dare vobis manipulate, mi puer, se dare ad experimentum sanguis meus manipulate,” (She dare try to manipulate you, my boy, she DARE try to manipulate my blood) I say, my voice gaining harshness only slightly in the Latin tongue. Aeon then says in Latin, ”Avia, ego iustus volo ludere cum amici mei, Lucia,” (Grandma, I just wanted to play with my friend Lucia,) I still do not look down at him, as my eyes still never leave the woman. ”Ludens hodie non erit illic,” (There will be no playing today,) I continue in Latin, taking a breath as I prepare for the common tongue. I take a step forward, my form tall and confident.

”You will never speak to my grandchild like that again, or you will be looking for the tongue you used to posses- am I clear?” I say with my heavily accented voice, adding a bit of boom to my voice and a touch of extra seriousness. I am less concerned with the young girl and more so with the woman- in fact, I had yet to look at the young girl again. Aeon turns his head to look behind himself at Lucia as he stops by my front legs, a frown on his face.