The Wailing One
“The demons, what makes them so?” Banshee asked quite baffled at the words. Diveen, what of this place? Surly they are not all good? If this is so I shall be happy do you meet them often Coza? The demons and the Diveen wolves you speak of? Would you have me meet them as well? Diveen I mean; Banshee was quite willing to meet new people but had little trust for others as to stay in their company by force. She wanted to be welcome perhaps needed. She was a strange creature she would admit to herself. She wanted to belong to something again but to have it forced or to be attached to something left her heart bleeding when it was torn from her.

“I would like to meet all of your friends if you are not opposed Coza. I would like to see your packs and that of the kind ones you speak of. I would like to see your home soon too. I cannot promise I will stay though... Once something is taken from you or forced upon you, it leaves a deeper wound then any mortal wound can… I have had both happen to me so if it is alright with you, may I take time to make my decisions?” She was and would always be wounded as fate had it her name was a haunt a curse to herself she could not alone break always remembering the pain she held and could not force away.

“When do we go meet the others Coza? If I like one of these places and feel right and willing to stay... like for example your home would I be welcome to stay?” she asked it simply she was pleased and could not hid the twinge of excitement in her features and yet the cold iciness that dug into her wounds should have been so easily seen in her face fell hidden in every feature but her eyes. She held hope for a home but wondered if she could deal with the pain of lossing those she would grow to care for again. Where would home be? She didn't know she wasn't even sure she could bare it all again.