The girl was a loner and not a born and raised resident in these lands. She was unaware about what mark considered someone an Angel or a Demon. Has she heard of Angels? Yes. Yet she did not care for those that considered their blood holy. She had met a young one named Ayal, and as far as she was concerned, Angels were nothing more than egotistical wolves that must surely be inbreeded far too much if they had such a lofty view on the world. Since when did a Wolf bow down to one of greater blood? The only way a wolf should bow to another was if they were defeated by a stronger, faster, and smarter wolf. She had yet to see an Angel fit this description and even if she did, she would still not bow. She bowed to no one and she followed no, but the laws of Mother Nature. As for the legends of Demons, she knew nothing about them at all. No one, during her time here, explained to her the politics between Angels and Demons. What she did know, was that she spoke a tongue that only Angels were supposed to know and although she was no Angel she was speaking a language that did not belong to her…and she didn’t give a damn at all. Sometimes being a loner wasn’t the best thing to be in new lands, but she was not the type that so willingly went to others for information. According to her parents she was a cursed soul, and so she believed that she wasn’t good enough for anyone and she secluded herself and cut herself away from socializing with others. And yet, that instinctual need to be among others was being appeased tonight, if only for a moment.

The poor girl had no idea what imprinting was. If she knew, she would have made damn sure to never ever cross paths with another male. She didn’t believe in mates or love. She never experienced seeing or understanding relationships with others. She was chased out by her own parents and she couldn’t recall them ever being happy together. Could the gruesome ever understand or feel that need to be close with another and actually care? Nothing is impossible. Yet who ever dared to try such a feat, best of luck to them. The bony minx remained standing in front of the two males, sapphire eyes narrowed coldly as the ebony wolf with russet on his paws sat down, doing exactly as she wanted. Though a disgusted snort was given to him. Was he always that submissive? Her tattered ear flicked towards the other males direction as she absentmindedly listened to the weaker wolf speak.

“And do you really think a female would be interested in you two?”

Nasty cold voice tumbled out from her jaws as her haunting glare changed from the oddly colored wolf to the very wolf that kept…looking at her. She noticed how he seemed far too focused on her. There were others around, too scared to come up she supposed. They were not important to her, none of them were. Amethyst flecks in those sapphire eyes darkened as the brute continued to stare at her, as if she were the only wolf around. Yet she couldn’t help but feel something odd in her mind and chest, something was telling her she was supposed to go to him and yet she had no idea just who or what he was to her. It was annoying and slightly unnerving, but she would never admit such a thing. Though her ebony fur remained bristled. A soft growl rumbled in her throat as she shook her head in disbelief as he spoke to her with the angelic tongue. Acerbic tone dripped from her cold venomous lips as she spoke back in that language she was supposedly not allowed to speak.

“O, alius angelus vestra cur ego sim accommodus. Quid istuc est, ut tu mea fata per appellationem? Si manseritis in me terrere cicatrix simile super vultum vestrum vobis laetus ego…”

(“Oh great, another angel, why must I be haunted by your kind. And what do you mean you have come by the call of fates and that you are mine? And if you continue to stare at me I’ll happily give you a matching scar across your face.”)

Did she need a schatzi, perhaps, but really she knew she was incapable of such good things. All her life she believed she was cursed and so the Monster remained nothing more than a nightmare and maybe…just maybe that was what she always wanted. But…every lonely Monster needed a companion.