I know I am finished with our current lesson. Typically Mother asks me more questions, but with the presence of another she seems distracted. My crimson trimmed ears twitch back and forth, as my intense amethyst eyes shift upwards. I have never seen a Demon as big as the male that stands in front of my Mother. I cannot help but notice how they look at one another. It seems that they are aware that both carry a different chip on their shoulder, both respect one another to a certain degree, but beneath it all it would seem that two completely dark souls are attentive that they are somewhat equals. I notice how both are standing at full height, neither one making any signs of being defensive or offensive. I find it…odd. I am unaware that one can stand in front of another without the need to challenge or submit. I see my Father submit all the time, the subtle flinches or hesitations. Yet, I am constantly reminded not to show such things. I mean just look at them. Both stand upright and high, yet each carry their own sense of dominance. I am not so sure how I am supposed to act in this sort of manner. I am used to Father twitching, or lowering his head, taking my Mother’s cue to walk with my head high. Yet I am between two dominant creatures and I am unsure what I am supposed to act…I don’t want to come across weak, but I am nowhere near as dominant as them.

I remain standing, my head held high, my ears twitched forward, but my tail is lowered at half-staff. I am now cowering or bending my back or rump in a submissive stance. I just stand between the two, making sure I am still. My observant violet eyes look at one to the other as I take in their words. My Mother has already bathed me in blood, but I am happy to hear that I shall go through a blood ceremony once more, only this time with the pack. I do not know much, but perhaps, after this ceremony I will know what I must. Surely they will accept me. I am not weak like Father. I carry their markings. Yet I hope, deep down, they see me as one of them. I do not think I could do so well as much as my Mother believes if I was on my own. While they pay attention to one another, I cannot help, but notice that the larger brute hasn’t looked at me at all. It feels wrong. I do not like it. I may be my Father’s child, but I am nothing like him. Yet how can I show him this? I have been standing quietly, in a position that is neutral. Yet he continues to look at Mother….Mother does not belong to him. Annoyed, I walk up calmly towards him, making sure I am not too close to him, as I stand between the two adults. Mother agrees that I must go, but when she claims that she will leave me at Summers end…a part of me is sadden. I do not want my Mother to leave me here all alone, but I understand that she is not a part of the pack. Raising my head higher, dark amethyst eyes stare intently at the brute. My cold voice trickles out slowly, as I force my voice to be rid of any squeaking sound.

“I will be a Demon…something my Father and Mother can never become. I will serve my pack well. But I can only do that if…if I spend more time with them.”

Quietly I turn my head towards my Mother. My eyes meet her own. I carry most of her markings along my own small form, but they are dyed red, to mark me as a Demon. I know what I am about to say may not be the wisest thing to say. Yet I had to say something that would set me apart, would make me walk along my own path. I am still hurt that Mother is going to leave me here, but if I am going to make the pain numb, I might as well do it myself. I show no emotion as Mother publically declares she will leave me. I look stoned face. I look to my Mother, matching her emotionless exterior with my own, my voice remains strong as my cold voice seeps out once more.

“Mother…may I go with him to…see others in the pack?”

I am showing independence. I am showing that I will be separate from my parents. By wanting to step away and venture out, without her, perhaps the brute will see that I am attempting to be my own wolf. I am not trying to live in their paw prints, but trying to make my own.