Look upon me,

for i am the end incarnate

It is not by the visceral pricking upon her spine that she turns to greet this fellow demon of the night, but by the splash of water and the guttural calling in which her name is spoken, those familiar tones sparking something akin to hatred and admiration all in one flare of emotion.

"It has only been long because you made it so.. Abraxus."

Her words are spat in a virulent tone as she angles her skull to the side so that she may view his tattered form from her peripheral vision. It does not surprise her that he is still faring rather well for his age, though he bears no more scars than the previous time they had an encounter with one another. She could not say the same for herself; she was far from becoming a walking mess of scars and bruises, but she had earned her medals in battle from times before. Times of which he was not aware of. For her to leave her family and her place among a pack to follow him, it showed a lot about how she had always viewed him, yet he could not return nothing more than an occasional chance meeting to show interest in her well-being. But perhaps she expected too much from her dark-souled sire - he was, after all, a vagabond himself. He took in mates whenever he pleased, of which some he seemed to pluck idly from the wild lands of Moladion with little thought into whether they would provide the healthiest and strongest of offspring.

Speaking of which, the small form of another emerged from behind the old, battle-worn beast, her pale form standing out amongst the shadows cast by the forest as she stood beside Abraxus in an unfaltering stance.

"Ah.. so this is what has been keeping you."

She speaks in a wicked tone, her eyes redirecting to Scallywag with a feral intensity signature to her character. She does not hesitate to stalk toward the girl, head low and hackles risen to reach into the sky. Her approach is made with little regard to whether the girl is comfortable with such and she outstretches her muzzle to sniff her with a dark curiosity, her breath huffing loudly from her nostrils onto the child's face. Her tail rises from its stagnant place and she lifts her head to meet the gaze of Abraxus evenly.

"There is weakness in this one. Want me to cull her for you, father?"

She speaks flatly, allowing a demonic grin to start its way up her lips though as the moments pass and her mind is given to the dark thoughts of those devils in her head.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | no servitude