My copper eyes, dashed with bits of sapphire blue, keep watch over the terrain. I catch the scent of the boy growing stronger in the wind, and soon enough my own eyes catch sight of him coming towards me, He has grown, this boy of mine. Grown but not nearly enough to be an adult. The child of demons and angels still grows slowly like the rest. I rest my eyes upon his form, my dark face stern and callous like a monster from the deep. I am not some loving mother of his. I am not his saving grace in terms of kindness. I am training him to be a hardened assassin, and honestly I am rather displeased when I see him trotting up, with a dumb smile upon his face. It isn't the kind of smile I want either. I blink, my eyes slightly narrowed in a hard stare. I know it is not Ego that is in control today, and honestly, this boy is rather...annoying. His flaw is that he is split. Something I can hardly understand, but I hardly care. As long as he gets the job done. As long as he remains in my control. I do not offer the boy a smile back, no. I keep my gaze harsh as always. I am not his friend.

I flick a single ear in his direction to listen to his words, my other ear busy keeping track of the rest of the world around me. His voice confirms it, that is it Elijah who takes control this day. It almost causes a slight growl in my throat, but I manage to hold it back...for now. Fine. Let us see what this Elijah can do. He is already displeasing me with his dumb smile. Apparently, this boy doesn't understand that smiles and grins do not work on me. He already has much to learn, as I hold my dark body of charcoal and smoke high like the true goddess I am.

"Qui sit in potestate nostra magis dignum munus expletum."
(Whoever may be in control, better be worthy of completing my task.)

My voice may be the sounds of heaven, but it is also a melody of a wicked vixen. My tones are not high and dainty, but smokey and like fire touching the tongue. Maybe I am a bit more...irritated being a mother. I do not want to be away from my children too long. I do not want...others infecting their minds with nonsense. I also do not know the potential of this Elijah, if he really has the drive to excel or if he is worthless. He decides to speak again, running his mouth and making mistakes already. The boy jumps down from a boulder, coming to sit in front of me, and my eyes never leave him for a moment. I am not happy with his remark, and his ignorance, and it shall be punished. How else is the boy to learn? I take a step closer to him, my body lacking of any aggression or giving any signs of my actual intent. I even give him a slight smile, almost a kind one as I lower my head down a little towards him. I soften my eyes, and I swear I can act like a real angel when I please, but it is only for a small moment. Enough time for me to get close. With a quick and sudden movement, my right paw reaches out to smack the boy upon the area where his shoulder and neck meet. I am fast, and I am also big. I will try my best to shove the boy to the ground, putting adequate pressure upon him if he does topple to the ground. My head will lower, with my ears falling back. The sounds of a vicious snarl will dance upon my exposed fangs, and I will care not if he whimpers and whines from the pain of my squishing his little puppy form.

"Nescitis quid tace. Nullum negotium est. Mater tua est sicarius, et vos hic estis, sic?"
(Keep your mouth shut about what you don't understand. It is none of your business. Your own Mother is an assassin, and you are here, yes?)

My voice is not some nice little fluffy thing. It is jarring and bitter, a taste you would never want in your mouth but I force down anyway. I let my teeth linger in my sinister snarl above him for a moment longer, my paw still trying to hold him down, and if I was at all successful, it would be easy to hold him down, since he is much smaller than I. Once I feel like we have come to an understanding, I will lift my grey paw up, covering my knives once more with my black lips. I transform in front of his eyes, from a demoness back to an emotionless wraith. My face hold none of the anger and irritation of before, only the slight harshness of my copper toned eyes. My perfect paw comes back to my side, and I am tall as I stand above him, looking down upon my apprentice. He should see how strong, how large and capable I am from his angel. I could be a terror to many young puppies, a monster that lurks in the shadows, and he would be wise to learn from only the best. Me. I remain in silence for a moment, a silence to show my dominance. He must wait for my words. He must wait for his ears to hear the lovely string of my voice. Let the world spin around us. Let me see if he knows how to react to my little...dominance act. If he displeases me further, he will regret it. No one would care if he fell off a cliff, not even me. After a long moment of silence on the young summer day, I decide to speak again. Consider this boy lucky.

"Stare recta. Custodi risu off vultus tui. Tam levis ad risum tantum utilitas ista, quae facit, et si me satis audias, non operantur in me."
(Stand up straight. Keep that smile off of your face. Only use such trivial things as a smile to your advantage to those it works on, and let me tell you, it does not work on me.)

I keep my hardened stare upon him, watching his actions carefully. I want to see how much emotion he gives off with his body language. I am sure he is the kind who gives off signals he doesn't even realize. I, however, keep my form steady and the same. Dead and motionless. Only my fur sparkles slightly as it moves in the wind. I am indeed a natural beauty. A thing to be marveled at. Perfection. I am flawless because I say I am flawless. I am because I say I am. This demon pup should be thankful that I even allow my nose to pick up his scent. No one else in this pack gives a damn about him, even his own mother's scent is lacking as I now begin to notice. I blink at him, letting another moment of silence between us as I observe him a little more.

"Labor ipsum dolor sit amet. Afferte mihi gestantem plenae adultae alces. Omne opus usque ad illam speluncam ferret. VII elucescat habetis ad consequi hoc."
(Your task is a simple one. Bring me the antlers of a full grown Moose. Do whatever necessary to obtain it and bring it all the way to my den. You have 7 dawns to achieve this.)

Yes, I know what I am doing to this boy. He is but a yearling, incapable of hunting for himself, and also incapable of carrying a full rack of moose antlers. It is about time this boy gets out of this hell hole and learns how to start manipulating others. He isn't learning jack shit on the outskirts of the pack, alone with no one to guide him. No one to tell him what to do. His is young, a pup. Surely, he can figure out how to achieve this task. There are many possible ways he could do it, and if he fails, then...Well, I am honestly not sure what I will do with him if he is not capable of completing it. It depends on what he attempted to do to achieve the task and if he can tell me exactly why he failed. I perk my ears forward, and I wait for him to speak. Let us see what this puppy can do.