She had absolute zero desires to be in charge of something. She didn’t yearn to have that sort of life. Be the thing that everyone looks up to. She had done nothing important to earn obedience. Obedience. Perhaps that was why she had such a hard time wrapping her mind on the idea to be considered a lifeless drone. To serve other another because of laws in place? Since when did she allow another’s rule to tell her yes or no? As a pup she was unwanted. Her service, if there was any, was not important to her lovely parents. She was considered a curse. The grey mark on her forehead, it spoke of nothing more than pain and destruction. At least, that was what she was told when a kind old female wolf took her in. She didn’t remember her well, but she spoke another language, a language that apparently she was not supposed to know here. Something about Angels and Demons and other such nonsense. Apparently a pup accused her that her tongue was unworthy to speak such things. Sadly a pup’s warning wasn’t important to her. Never in her life did she have to be responsible for someone else. She didn’t want to even try at this point. Even though something inside was telling her she should at least try. She would turn her massive head around, back in the direction looking down at the valley below, calculating just how far his carcass would fall before it would hit the sharp rocks below. Half-torn right ear caught the sigh and vocals, as her disdain cold voice slipped out.

“Sadly, you would fall off the ledge before you could even get a bite at my throat.”

She could feel his dark glossy orbs travel along her agile frame. Her obsidian fur, flecked with grey, remained bristled at the thought of just what was going through his mind. He was male. Although she didn’t think he would try anything stupid. A dark idea popped in her head. Why couldn’t she have some fun. Lazily she brought her rump up swaying her tail side to side in a bored manner. Her rump would only rise for a few seconds before she plopped it down on the ground, her bristled sleek tail curled against one of her legs. No male had ever dared to touch her in such a way and if he would try that movement would be his last. Though knowing he wouldn’t, because it would be suicidal, she didn’t think much else with it.

“I hope my ass isn’t up to your approval.”

As he approached her, coming a bit too close for her comfort she would tilt her head slightly watching him. One front paw crossed the other as he neared the end of the ledge looking over. Just one push and down he would go, and then she would see would he fall in the dark ravine below where there were sharp rocks, or would his flesh be available to the birds if he managed to land beside the little babbling brook that trickled below. Oh which one would be a good choice to bet on? Decisions…decisions. She could hear the smile in his voice. He thought her face pretty? Oh please. She was a gruesome creature and no one seemed to appreciate what Mother Nature had done to her. A pity that most give attention to those unscathed. Then again…it was the perfect cover up. If she seemed weak because she held too many scars, then they were the perfect fools to clamp her teeth around their jugulars. Her sardonic tone held a slow drawl to it.

“And what happens if my name stops you from throwing yourself off this ledge?”

Her indigo eyes narrowed, and he would see more amethyst flecks circling her iris. The moon remained a spotlight on the monster. Dark shadows curled in every unnatural crevice from the countless fights she had been in. Her dark tone held a cold drawl as she whispered ever so softly, a bloodstained smirk upon that wicked face.

“I’d hate to be your hero.”