<font color=goldenrod>came out swinging</font>

They all knew the time was coming. Eventually, the game of thrones would begin again and soon enough, it had. Already many stalked over the land in search of new blood, new recruits and well, she'd avoided every single one of them for the most part. She often found those desiring power to be too conflicting to her own being; she was proud, dutiful and desired power in her own way. That alone often conflicted, but then add in her lack of sociability and well, they didn't look at her and she didn't look at them. That was the price that came with being an assassin; she could either flaunt her abilities, or she could remain in the shadows and for the last four years - that's what she had done. She had stayed back to bide her time and hone her skills but now, she had to move. She had to find herself a position somewhere in the world (for the time being at least.) And where better to start than her roots?

She had been born in Trenus, raised in Trenus and for the last two years, she had followed the prior Trenus King (her Master). It felt almost alien to consider another family to follow; the idea that Isola was born of Assassin blood was intriguing for she resembled Heyel in little more than her appearance, but Kane was strong - he, too, was of Assassin blood. Ah, she remembered Devil May Cry - his father - fondly, though she had caught wind that he too had stood down from the art of throne taking. Strange, wasn't it? Two years ago, they had all been the most powerful of Alphas but now... now their children were rising up and with them, Malina would rise too. Of course, she'd never really left the aspiring Queen's side; she was bound to her Master, even in her completed state, and bound to her mother and even her previous pack mates. Her brother, Tenshi, had betrayed them - he had left seeking another pack, but it came as no real surprise. He'd only lived in Trenus for less than a full year before the disaster had struck; he didn't feel the same bond as she did. He wasn't destined for the same things she was.

She watched them from beneath the shade of a nearby tree as the aspiring duo spoke and reveled in one another's company. She had been expecting the day for some time, and with the call of Isola, she knew it to be finally there. The call to arms had been issued and with a light sigh, she rose to her feet to shake the debris from her coat. Stretching for a moment, she allowed the other male to take the first lead; he too had followed, though not the old pack but rather Isola. She'd heard males did such thing in some strange act called imprinting. She'd never really understood it but nonetheless, she understood that it happened and when it did... well, it could really change somebody. The male, at least, and for that she was thankful. The idea of being forced to like another was laughable, if not terrifying all at once. She waited there, still beneath her shade, until the male had said his part and settled onto the spot in which he lay. It was peculiar that he chose to remain at a distance; perhaps there was more to him than she thought. Besides, she'd never seen him around Trenus all those years ago - he'd always been the straggler, Isola's shadow but now... he refrained.

With near ethereal grace, she then approached. She released a short, shrill cry in response to the budding Queen at her approach, dipping her head low as she arrived before the duo. When she rose, she nodded stoutly to both Kane and Isola, giving Finley merely a fleeting glance before meeting the Angel Queen's gaze.

"My alliance lies with your family, that you know Isola," she spoke, offering a slow wave of her tail before lowering to her haunches, "Habetis fidem in bello quam in arte et quicquid uolueris."

(You have my loyalty as a warrior, in the Art and as whatever else you require.)

The words are private, only between she and those fluent in the ancient Language. To pledge loyalty, in Malina's eyes, was a private thing; her loyalty was Isola, Kane and their kin - to those of the Art. That is where it would always remain.

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