.Terran.
I suppose that I’d forgotten what the royal family aspect could be like. In my childhood, I’d been the descendant of an Angel, a king that could dispel magic and glimmer gold and white. His right hand, my mother, had been silver chrome and his perfect match. Though Tiphon’s children had been various and widespread, each was welcomed into the world with the same enthusiasm and grandeur that a royal birth could afford: ending with the great descent of the winged god to touch noses with his newborn and comfort the mother before drifting off again into the clouds.
If I had my wings back then, I would have flown after him.
Ramiel was his chosen one though and that lifetime seemed so far from the one I was living now; staring curiously at the wreath of flame while it danced around my black mistress. Concealed, she was safe from prying eyes and left to her own devices, but outside of the ring I waited impatiently while another dark figure loomed close to the heat. Ruan’s welcoming reception hadn’t exactly been … welcoming, per say, but he hadn’t chased me out either so I took that as a sign of remiss. He was her father but I was her lover, and each of us would tangle for the supremacy of male attention and influence in her life until the other submitted. Jinju’s relationship with her not-father was strange, too close for my comfort, so I only stare at him while he waits for the coming of my child.
A cry erupts from within the flames and my pale head snaps around, honey-warm eyes narrowing for any signs of distress behind the curtain I cannot break. There’s something happening that I can’t see, something I feel is important but I can only weave and pace anxiously until Jinju sees fit to bring down her wall. Beneath my golden hooves the dry foliage of autumn past crackles like the bright fire before me and I drown myself in that noise until another sound stops me in my tracks. The protective circle flutters, opens like a tender flower, and allows a satiny black nose to peek through.
My newborn is reaching out for Ruan; the first touch of life I’d been looking forward to this whole time and that old stallion is stealing my precious moment. My ears fall flat, wings shuffling while the feathers disperse like a pouty bird - puffing to double their size. With an irritated start I move forward, a deep call ringing out for Jinju and my offspring. I’d been patient enough to accept her situation, to come here despite everything else, to wait and encourage my fire-wielder while she went through this process, but I would not be put aside at one of the most pivotal moments in my life. It almost comes naturally when I bare my teeth at the old wolf.
“Excuse you.”
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