Silly boy. Must we worry about our looks? Sadly when you are as disfigured as this fatal female before you, appearances are hardly a thing to think about. Let’s think back to appearances can be deceiving, shall we? Although she was a female she was anything but feminine. With an ugly mug like hers she had to grow up accepting that she wouldn’t be a pretty thing to look at. As a young pup she discovered that having a messed up face made others look at her in horror and awe. Using those emotions to her advantage she figured out just what she could become in this whole wide world. Looking menacing at such a young age she was used to others staying far from her, the jagged scar that etched along her facade was a screaming beacon, warning others to stay away from her. Whatever small ounce of kindness that was lost within that heart of hers, it had slowly been stomped away over years of neglect. Sure, when she was a young pup she tried be cute and charming, hoping someone would overlook her scars, but she wasn’t perfect and so she wasn’t wanted. Pretty hard for a puppy to deal with making it on her own in this big wide scary world. Forgive her, but she is quite content having a sloppy dirty mangy coat, keeps herself well hidden from others. Well, it could have, but her black fur littered with swamp gunk and leaves did not make a decent camouflage while being perched on a grey pattern rock formation.

But there was a reason why the ebony minx littered with a variety of scars never did care for her exterior appearance. Ever since she was a pup, before she was marked with jagged scars, she was informed by her parents she was not a very pretty child. Constantly she was informed that she was not as good looking as her former siblings. She was unable to challenge their opinion because she didn’t know what was pretty and what was ugly and at a young tender age she had to trust what her parents said. So, she really never had it in her mindset that she could be anything better. Which is why, right now, she didn’t mind being coated in the swamp gunk. She knew that when she reached a clean river she would have to go through the painstaking task of cleaning herself off. Swamp gunk, was by far, the worse thing to get in your coat. The moss, the goo, the leaves and twigs, all this stuff did nothing but weigh her down making her unable to run as swiftly as she was capable of doing. Being in the swamp wasn’t one of her favorite places to be in, but she couldn’t help but comply with her curious mind as she wondered about the dark and gloomy land just searching about for nothing really.

“I’ve only been here for a few months and I still have much to find out. Apparently some meteor crashed these lands which caused everything to change, politics wise. Packs are far too kind to loners and loners are far too kind to one another. There isn’t much of a scuffle here.”

Her tone of voice held indifference. She really didn’t care about this land or anyone in it really. She had grown accustomed to roaming around and not attaching herself to anyone or anything. She was a true epitome of a lone wolf. At a very young age she had to learn everything on her own. She rarely trusted anyone or anything for that matter. Sticking to what she knew, the no-man lands, and keeping herself away from the boundaries of packs knowing nothing good ever happened in a piece of land that held multiple wolves. Her sleek ebony form, matted with swamp gunk and mud, wasn’t moving at a swift agile pace, as she was accustomed to, but speed wasn’t needed right now, not when she was moving side by side with a heavier physical brute. Her tattered ear would twitch back and forth as sapphire eyes, flecked with amethyst, looked to the golden eye brute curiously. Her cold exterior remained seen as she didn’t give an ounce of anything about herself or any other type of personal information. She would slow down after a while when she noticed an open pocket leading the two out of the swamp. With a flick of her tail, happy to see that she was almost out of this ghoulish place. She would let out a rough bark as she marched ahead eager to get out. Attempting to dulcify her cold speech.

“You have heard of these Angels and Demons…right?”