Melek still searched for something anything to play with. The girl started to expand her search to just the most simple things to play with being mice and voles. Anything! She was so bored and so frustrated and she wished to push and play with the newborns of Diveen. Surely their parents would not be pleased with this but Melek knew no better way to play with something. She did not hurt her siblings as she was scolded for playing roughly with them. They were at the top of her list to see that beautiful red color that came from them that she found out was blood. Blood made up all things and was most beautiful and she wanted to see more of it. The taste on its own was good during meals and she wondered how bigger things, things more like her tasted. Was it different or more satisfying? But that wasn’t all it was surely the game of getting there that also proved to be entertaining. Bigger they were the more thrilling it could be.

She listened and looked around, relying more on her black ears than the one good eye that was rimmed with white. She wasn’t oblivious to the feeling that she wasn’t alone. She accustom to this feeling of being watched, her elder sister watched as she played and sometimes it seems she spies on Israfel as well. Why? Melek had no clue to her reasons and lately she hasn’t been seeing Malina around Diveen at all. Just what was she up too? She didn’t know… yet. Melek wondered who is watching her now, yet she doesn’t look. That would ruin all the fun and soon they would appear if they were curious enough.

Her ears flicked back as a voice, a familiar, though slightly changed form of one she actually liked filled the air. Her mostly coal form turned around, mismatched eyes landing on the pure white form of Anselm. He spoke this time and she was very pleased that she understood him, devlish smile crossing her maw. Surprise! She knew what he was saying and he was very angry at the name she had called her last time.

“Vos vocatis me deformis!b>
(You called me ugly!)

She said with a huff her tail slashing through the air, but really she was pleased her only good playmate was there. She liked Anselm, his form of play was similar. Perhaps he liked tearing them up a little more than she did, however really they had the same taste in playthings. She jumped onward though this time to really answer him.

”Non tamen fun. Sed multo magis nunc facere adipiscing elit..”
(No fun yet. Though it will be much more fun now that you are here.)

She said with a wave of her tail. Today would be fun now. She had someone to play together with. Now they just needed the toys.