~Iromar~ ~175lbs, 41”~ ~3 Years~ ~Black heart unguarded~ ~Black hear unloved~ ~Baphomet X Ishtar~
My eyes shut, I hated when others, family especially call be "Beth". I mean everyone knows I go by Jezzy, Jezebeth or just Jez, It's a fact! I sigh and let this roll off my shoulders, no need to throw a hissy fit about the fact that my sister has called me Beth. I set my haunches to the ground, next to Limoira and glance her way. My ears flip back as I think of what to say, that mean and sadistic nature of mine disappears for a moment. True we have never been the type of sisters to hang out, talk to each other about every deep dark emotional secret we harbor in our blackened souls, but she still is my sister. I find myself lifting one ear up in her direction, my eyes watching her, almost trying to read her mind. "So." I mute myself for a second. "Sup?" My tones were light and held no sarcasm to them like they usually did. This did not mean I would stop my little white lies if I were to tell any in whatever conversation we were about to have.
It hadn't been long, not long at all since we all were reunited as one and then the monster took Baphomet from us. It seemed that our mother was having a harder time with it than we were, like I said we all mourn in different ways and at different times.
"So, mom - alpha, huh" I was no good at this type of conversation. I truly avoided death all together that is unless I was the one dishing it out to another and then I thrived in it. I set my sights a head of us, looking out over the view my sister had given herself and allowed me to see. Well even if she had not allowed me she knew and I knew that I'd do it anyways. Yet another sigh was given from my lips, I'm sure this might annoyed her or possibly make her asked questions or start to talk, possibly just to amuse me but it would be what I wanted right? The softest of smirks kisses my face at this thought, see I was still me underneath this calm mask.
"Do you plan on staying now that we are all back? I mean I know I will, to help out with the pack at all and to possibly help dwindle the numbers of those maggots." I snicker as I revered to the Angels. To be honest ever since I was a little girl my dream was to taste that fresh, warm crimson liquid of one of those wolves trickle down my trachea and my teeth. The thought set shivers of joy down my spine, not gunna lie. I'm not sure if my siblings felt the same way as I did, I'm sure they did though but to think if we all got together and help run Iromar. The pack would be invincible and I was sure of that.
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