AND WE'LL NEVER BE ROYALS
IT DON'T RUN IN OUR BLOOD
THAT KIND OF LUXE JUST AIN'T FOR US

Long legged and elegant, this was the particular look that Hepzibah sported on this day. She was in the middle of a growth spurt, one that she was sure would not be the last. She was getting taller, and though she had not filled out quite so much yet it gave her a lanky, almost awkward look. The angry teenager did nothing to conceal herself. Why should she? She was the last born of Ishtar's children. She was forced of a bond sealed in blood. She was pure blooded demon, bred by the Queen of Iromar and a Demon that served faithful in many battles with her. Was that not enough? The Grand Marquis had had some strange lesson when she was younger about what the definition of weakness was, and Hepzibah had only gotten a slight inkling of what that all could of meant. Yet, here she was, ever faithful to the Demonic code and yet lost as to what her future might hold for the wayward princess. Her bright yellow eyes scanned the meadow that lay hidden between swamps and moorelands. The summer had brought a great flood and when it had finally subsided, the lands lit up with wildflowers in the likes that Hepzibah had never seen.

The young demoness trotted along without any real thoughts one way or the other. She had managed to find an alligator nest that was unguarded by any large female. Needless to say what she carried in her mouth were not bird eggs. She was planning on keeping them closer to home. It was new den she now occupied. Not one that was close to her birthing den. No, the flood and the leaving of her mother and father put such a sour taste in her mouth that she had found a part of Iromar that was decidedly higher elevation. She would not be flooded out ever again. In all of her scanning she sees the white wolf. She was not sure if she belonged here before she noticed the markings on this particular wolf. She was no Angel for sure, but she had seen the other yearling hanging around with Chael. Another servitor? Hepzibah was not sure this was the case. Who would of bred with Chael to produce this creature? Not even a demon mark on her and too much white. When asked, Mother pronounced firmly that had Chael been born to her, she would culled him at birth.

She paused in her travels, scenting the air and deciding to approach this other to see if she knew the Demonic code. She set down the alligator eggs down, hiding them under some brush with a silent promise to herself to return after this curious encounter. Hepzibah lifted her head high, with her ears pricked and her tail just slightly over her haunches. It waved slowly, before stopping. It was clear that she was not exactly sure of her own intentions regarding Taji. She wanted recognition, and yet she wanted company. She was intent on following demonic code but desperate to feel as if she had some purpose in her life and with the pack.

Hepzibah moved well within eyesight of the rainbow eyed female. She would demand that this other offer her voice up first or make her submit physically before her attempts of being friendly and part of a pack would happen. She was a Demon after all, and had certainly been brought up to be one. It was just a matter of feeling comfortable, of feeling natural, of blending in well with the whole situation. Hepzibah would be a formidable force with time, her musculature thicker than most females and sturdily built--but today, today she was long legged with knobby elbows and coat that couldn't decide how long it wanted to be. Still, the prominant dorsal red stood out in the bright sunlight and if Taji looked closely she would see that the front toes that were half sunk in mud also proclaimed her demonic heritage.

WE CRAVE A DIFFERENT KIND OF BUZZ