I live in a world colored by red, tainted by death, and surrounded in sorrow. Yes, I know, poor pitiful me. Yeah, well, screw you. I have found something to do with myself, even if it is torture my imprint with incessant parading about to no avail on his part. I have etched out a meager existence in Iromar, the only thing I have to my name at the moment is failure. Failure to keep my sanity when my loved ones needed it most, failure to keep my darling children alive long enough to see their second birthdays. I have failed yet again at keeping a mate, though honestly if Enigma hadn't blurted out the things she had to him, I might still have him and I would be in a better frame of mind. I haven't heard of either of them resurfacing, though I suppose this is for the best as I would most likely hunt my ex-friend down and chew her face up. That masked female has more than I could ever hope to keep. I want to believe Cobryn still lives, but my shadowed heart has no room for hope anymore. I have shut out those stupid feelings, becoming a monster more akin to Tobias than I think Moladion realizes.

They do not understand my son, my demon, but I do. I know his mind for it is also mine. I share the empty gaze of a souless vessel made for killing and ripping. I may not be as far down as he is, but I know where he gets it from. I have been raised to be a killer, something I have let sleep within myself for far too long. This demon wishes to stretch her blackened wings, and tonight, on this loveliest of nights, I do what I have not been able to truly do since coming back to my home. I hunt. A gnarled smile twists my face into a macabre mockery of such a gesture, jade eyes alight in the full moon as I seek out the weak and the sick of Moladion. Tuck your children into their dens, hide your elderly away from mine eyes, for tonight will be a night to remember. Tonight, their screams will join with the suffering souls of Hell and I will be the cause of it all. Mind clicks, an audible thing to me, like when one flips a light switch off. The smile is instantly gone from my face and I move into an easy stride of a well versed hunter. I wish only that I had a partner, someone to share the kill with. I am a big girl however, and I will handle my own.

I sink further into myself, letting go of rage as I come upon my first victim. She is weak, and the smell of death is on her. No doubt she has given birth recently, but by the scent of things, nothing remains. I smile nicely, wearing a mask that many see on Tobias's face. I falsify kindness, mock the silly gestures and get her on her paws, drawing her out of her den and away from the two bodies in her den. Cold, stiff, no movement from them as her tear soaked face looks back to them. I move quickly, striking hard the dying mother, right in her exposed neck. Twisting my head and snarling, the girl screaming and trying weakly to remove me from her neck, I shake my head, whipping her into a dizzy trance. She lays there, traumatized, ceasing as the last of her strength leaves her. I watch as her soul departs from her eyes, leaving behind it a barely existing husk of a wolf. Yes, girl, join your pups in death, succumb.

I eat only a small bit of her flesh, realizing I have not unleashed myself in this way in quite some time. Wishing to change so I could be better for him, for my youngest litter. Failure. I fail. I snarl, blocking the thoughts as I move away from the horrific scene. My head is low as is my growl, and I move along my path, not wishing to stop for too long lest someone find me. I do not wish to be found, not by any of them. Not by her, the one who looks so much like dear dead mother, not the one who claims divinity and acts like a devil, not the one who owns my soul. None of them. I am empty inside, and searching for something to fill this gaping void.

The moon has reached its midnight peak, arching high in her fullness, shining light down on me and casting an eerie glow. White, oh yes, I see it. Another one, so rich is Moladion in the weak and old. The too young and the not too bold. I smile again, luring the coward out. I speak softly, taking my time with this one, not wishing to rush, for the fear is what I want to prolong in the end. I love the sight of terror, I yearn to see them horrified when they realize what is about to happen. Yes, a broken doll I may seem, but there is still death in this sting. He comes around, the shivering hound, around for me too see. I smile at him, waving my banner, oh I put on my best bedside manner. I was sweet and nice, and thinking of spice, while he cowered with the lowly mice. He moved and he stilled, and I would see him killed, but this thought I hid behind friendly gild. Yes, oh yes, little coward, come out and play. I have had an awfully, horrid, wretched, day. He refuses to move, refuses to budge, and I am given to hold a grudge.

No matter, I lunge. My jaws shut with a snap, his face in my jaws, and I push at him with my paws. I slash my head back and forth, hoping to rip his face off. The skin breaks and blood falls on my tongue. I sigh softly, even as he screams through closed teeth. I realize this must be quite shocking, but I am far beyond caring as I break his muzzle in my jaw. He howls in pain and I laugh, the sound not unlike broken glass hitting a stone floor. Grinning, I look at him, now as ugly as his fear. I lunge again and this time I push him with my paw to his sides, standing all my weight on his ribs. I pin him beneath me, and smile politely, telling him to say hello to the Devil for me. I slam my weight down on his ribs, enjoying the feeling of bone crunching under me. I hear the cracking and I hear something else, silence, he cannot scream though his throat moves as if he is gasping for air. What's the matter coward? How many lungs you got in there? I cannot wipe the grin off of my face, my jade eyes lit up in a sick way. I leave him there.

He will be dead by morning.

I move along my path, cruelty sated for now. I am happy and carefree once more, hours passing by as I move about. I find the ridge that leads out of the crater, following up and coming to a halt right at the rim. I sit here, watching the sky turn to the pinks and gold and reds of sunrise. The sun this morning will be red, for blood had been spilled last night.

"T"

NAME

Jaidah

AGE

Twelve

GENDER

Female

SIZE

38in. / 169lbs.

MATE

none

IMPRINT

Iblis

CHILDREN

Silence, Baha, Severus, Gohan, Dementia, Ryne, Kraddy, Tobias, Mason, Vendetta, Narian, Cayen, Judas, Jumanji, Covet, & Chevrille

PACK

Iromar

WORDS

1269 words long

TEMPLATE

code by jungeun (el) of atf, sds, caution, and rcr.