My mind was not one to fixate on one thing. I may be enjoying the little morsel of suffering under my paw, but that does not mean I am unaware. I keep my senses sharp like the spikes of hell. My ears are ablaze with the tingles of grass on grass and tree on tree. My nose burns with the scents of vile life and death all around me. My eyes are a deadly shade of copper, with blue flecks of electricity running through them as they see all the subtle movements of the world ahead. I am a creature hyper aware, and some would say it was from my training as an assassin, but really, it was in my nature. You see, I am one to be superior to all. It is in my blood to be better. I am indeed the first grandchild of Heyel, and I inherited all of the best blood in Moladion before any other. Now, the world is filled up puppies at my level in terms of birth, but I was the first. I am the oldest and I am the best. I think that I had absorbed half of Micteca in the womb for she is so pathetic compared to I. These new puppies will never be as glorious than I, for I am ahead.

I knew that I was not alone. I heard that someone was inching near. They were not too close at first and I did not allow my ears to violate my knowledge. Let them come close. Let them. They will not dare attack a creature of perfection such as I, the deity in wolf's skin. When I hear the sound of teeth upon teeth my head slowly twists around, my black fur tangling within itself as my electrifying coppers lazily glance over. She growls, this white ghost with eyes of green. She growls and I do not care why. My eyes slightly narrow as I push my grand form up off the ground, keeping my paw on the twitching thing hung between life and death, a void that is most terrible, most freighting. My back remains turned to her, the white who growls, and I only keep my eyes fixed on her. I believe demons and the unworthy come in all shapes, colors and sizes. Heyel had this whole ideal of coat color, angels and demons, and I play along with the little culture he had made, but I know the truth within myself. I am different, I am beyond, I am....Eris?

Eris. It was said like it was a word that caused malice and chaos. The white woman said Eris like she wished me to die, a soft hiss with a kiss of death. I ruffle my visage ever so slightly in a bought of confusion. I do not remember this white female, but I wasn't around long before my mother died. She might be some confused old hag. I pivot on my grey paws, smearing blood across the ground as I turn. I keep my body tall and my head raised, I stare her down, this creature, and yet, she continues...she speaks more. Sister? Eris? I blink slowly, my face likely looking irritated by such a thought. I hate to admit that this female was bringing out a doubt that had lingered in my mind since I was a young pup. A doubt of my heritage and my lineage. If anyone with a half a brain lined up the supposed children of Heyel, they would point out the one that looked different. Eris. She did not fit, not at all. Her coat was dark and her face resembled neither of her parents. I am not dumb. I noticed this as a young one before the sky fell. Yet I was accepted as a grandchild of Heyel, and at the time I was satisfied with this. Now, the thoughts had lingered in the depths of my mind for years. Why is it, that this stranger thought me of Eris, my mother, and then claims to be her sister? Well, she sure doesn't look like Eris, and yet, if they were sisters, I would need to see the parents. It is entirely possible that the white woman was insane. I will play with her, though, this female before me. I will see what she thinks she knows. I throw on a slow and growing smirk, though my eyes never fail to be harsh.

"Eris, is being my mother. Ava is my name. Why is it you be calling Eris your sister? She is daughter of Heyel, is she not?" I ask, my dark visage tilting to the side in a common expression of curiosity. Jaidah does not bring any fear within my body. I remain still aside from the occasional twitch of my tail. I am not intimidated by this girl but she does intrigue me with her claims. I will wait and I will hear her explanation on the matter. The creature that was once alive struggling under my paw is now dead, the blood seeping into the world around. I knew not how this could represent a part of me waiting to die from all the lies.