Dance, my little puppets,

Win/2.2/01  

     Disgusting was the first word that crossed Näkki’s mind as she watched the young puppy frolic in the revolting whiteness of snow. Of course, some pups liked to do so, so this wasn’t unnatural behavior. Näkki had just had a passionate hate for the color that marked the enemies of the demons and that had murdered countless numbers of them. Her eyes gleamed in recognition of the light heartedness of the play. She wasn’t shredding the snow, not imagining it to be the fur of a weaker wolf, or even that it was a plague she must rid herself of. Ugh. This meant she had to start from ground zero. Well, there were a few ways to find out if this little runt had any of her parent’s natural lust for violence, but Näkki opted for the least painful course of action.

     She studied the markings of the she-pup next. The red fringed cheeks were new to Näkki, and she wondered what they meant? Näkki first considered the worst. Did they mark Siren as a traitor? However, she dismissed the notion. First of all, the marks were symmetrical unlike the singular splash of red underneath the eye of traitors. Secondly, as a royal pup, Näkki highly doubted her fate was to betray her pack. Näkki’s second idea was more promising. Was the wolf meant for diplomacy? Näkki was marked as such by her sienna hat, and it seemed markings of the head guided a wolf in that direction. However, being a new mark near the jaw… Näkki was curious if maybe it marked Siren as a hunter? The teeth were dangerous weapons, after all. Though she did not conclude an answer, these ideas would be important to note and look for in the future anyways.

     Next, Näkki focused on the red splashes on Siren’s nose and forehead. These spoke more clearly, Näkki thought. The nose marked a tracker and the forehead slash meant lustful. Lustful for what though? Näkki refrained from thinking further on the matter, for this would be revealed in due time. The next observation Näkki made was about Siren’s overall figure. Her long, long legs were obvious for her tiny size. Her light weighted slimness reminded Näkki of Lillith. Siren was Lillith’s little clone as far as body-type was concerned. Näkki snorted in relative approval. Overall, Siren was a very sound looking demon.

     Näkki began to approach again, but was surprised when Andras’ child merrily bounded to her. Oh dear hells, what was this?! It was official. Andras and Lillith had officially failed at all teachings of darkness to their little whelp. Well, at least the pup had sense enough to speak first. Her etiquette was well intact, it seemed. Siren’s awareness of her surroundings was admirable as well. Näkki perked her ears forwards in relative surprise at being known to the pup, but she was glad for it to. Andras had at least done the introductions for her.

     “Yes, I am Näkki, but no, I’m not here to play for this is not my type of game,” She answered the puppy. “I am here, however, to be your personal instructor, Siren. A mentor, if you will. Tell me, Little Fish, have you yet been on your first hunt?”

     By the looks of Siren, this was her first winter, and so probably she hadn’t been out on her first hunt yet. Näkki was hoping all Siren needed to start her venture in the dark was to taste the blood of prey, to feel the joy of ripping out its throat. Mind, Näkki knew this was only a start and wouldn’t be enough to break away the kindness that was clearly plaguing the young wolf. It would be meant to give the pup the taste of adrenaline and to start her addiction to living suspended in the space between sanity and instinct. The next step? Well… Näkki would first see how bloodlust affected the pup. Then, a new plan would surely form.

Näkki