Raised By Wolves

[Isla Smith]

It had been some time since Isla had last been a mother. The loss of her first child, a son, had not done much for her relationship with her husband and it had broken down pretty quickly after that. She didn't love him, she knew she never would, but she had loved her son. Being given the opportunity to once again be a mother had been something she had not expected. As the matriarch of her family she didn't have time to run around after men and get married. She had expected she would need to think about a decision like that, but in the end, the moment she'd thought about it she'd found herself saying yes. And now she was the happy and proud mother of twins. Raisa and Azazel were the loves of her life and she loved spending every waking moment with them. Emilee was back in Scotland looking after the family affairs whilst Isla kept to herself. She didn't like the idea of having the twins anywhere near her family for any number of reasons. She wasn't entirely sure they'd forgiven her for forming an alliance with the Zhefarovich family, but at the time she saw it as the best option. As long as they kept the Zhefarovich's happy, they were safe. Her family numbers were dwindling these days and she knew they needed all the help and protection they could get.

It did not occur to Isla that her current situation could mount the tensions. She didn't care either way, she loved her children and would protect them fiercely, but Emilee could only do so much and once she was married to Bothizar, which Isla suspected would not be long away, she would not have much to do with the manor anymore. Either Isla was going to have to step back into her role as matriarch, or she was going to have to give it up to someone else. A decision she'd not expected on her shoulders at her young age. Leading from this level was not easy, but she didn't think there was any other choice. Raisa stirred in her blankets and Isla moved over to her, the bright eyes of her child staring back at her. Raisa was very alert to her surroundings even at in her second month of life. It was sometimes disconcerting how aware they sometimes appeared, but it was all the better to enjoy their solitary company.
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[Azazel Zhefarovich]

Azazel Zhefarovich was rather pleased about his life. After this matriarch of a woman was available, and after some discussing, mixed their bloodlines together to form twins. It did not bother him any because he had someone to keep the twins with Isla as back up. Videl needed practice before he could handle his own children. Azazel knew that he was getting up there, but he would likely be around for another thirty or forty years. Azazel came around his family once more, and his son, no longer the patriarch, was furious with his actions. Azazel did not care. He did not have any control over his son anymore, but Azazel also had his own ordeal. Right now, he was sitting in a chair, looking after Isla. His dark eyes looked like coal against his very pale skin. Azazel cocked his head to the side as someone knocked on the door. He was not expecting company, and Videl was out on a date or something with a girl he fancied. Videl was something else. It took all of Azazel’s patience to handle that boy. Azazel got up from his chair, walked with a cane in his hand, and opened the door to see two younger adults. One of which he recognized as a great grandson. "What seems to be the occasion?"
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[Isla Smith]

Raisa was unsettled and so, leaving Azazel to himself, Isla lifted Raisa out of her bedding and hugged her close. Both of the twins were restless at times, but Raisa seemed to be the most difficult. She looked over to Azazel however when there was a knock at the door. They didn't get many visitors generally so Isla was more than a little confused. She followed Azazel to the door however, Raisa in her arms and was confused to see her sister. "Emilee. You've brought Bothizar." She wasn't sure why they were here and it seemed that Azazel didn't know either. "I suppose we better let you in, but be careful and quiet, baby Azazel is sleeping and Raisa is getting there." She would be annoyed if they woke up the babies. It was hard to get babies to sleep in the first place.
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[Bothizar Styx]

Bothizar, with the only one that he cared about in his life, stood at the front door of where Azazel was staying. He wanted to see if the rumors were true. Did Azazel, a previous Head of the family, have twins? Did he have children with his age going into the hundreds? Bothizar heard about the arranged marriage with the one that mothered the twins. He did not want to think of how, but it was medically done. It was not natural. He knocked on the door, and waited for the answer. He looked up once the door opened. He saw the one that he wanted to see the most, followed by a young woman compared to the man. Bothizar looked to Emilee, before stepping in and seeing some of the infant necessities. So, it was true. He looked to Azazel and said softly, "Why? Why have children? It is not natural." Bothizar noticed that there seemed to be someone else staying with Azazel. Right, the one that was thrown out. He was taboo in the family. "And why keep him around? Father said that he was not to be around family." It was almost frightening that Bothizar was talking about him. The man known as Videl was bad luck within the family.
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[Asparuh Zhefarovich III]

It had been a while since Asparuh Zhefarovich the Third left his kingdom. There were so many family members now, it was unbelievable. Some of them brought him honor, and others, shame. It was a little on the amusing side that he allowed a slimmer of a rumor that Kalif was getting weak, and then Prodan ended up dead, as well as a few others. Needless to say, Asparuh was pleased. He managed to have his worthless son buried, and the one that buried him was his grandson, the only survivor of Prodan's bloodline. However, his curiosity finally peaked when his father came back around, and also... Asparuh didn't want to think about it. That was why he managed to enter into the nursery of his father's new home, to observe the new children. Young. Pure-blood but should not be alive. Both were sleeping. Asparuh turned his head slightly as he heard two young adults enter. Bothizar and someone related to Isla. The female child finally opened her eyes, looked up at her big brother and opened her lungs. Asparuh did a small hand gesture and uttered, "Silencio." If that alarmed the others, well, he would be getting his say. And what Asparuh said, goes. He had enough of this nonsense. He was bringing those he didn't trust as much home.