Rogue hadn’t been in her den. Rarely did she stick around the small confines when her mate was not around. The demoness moved easily across Glorall’s lands, using the easy traversable river side to go to her den faster. A scent had entered Glorall, one that quickly was beginning to blend with her own thanks to wonderful nights curled up together. Surprisingly Rogue was quite the tender lover to her mate, but could play equally hard if that was what her white eared partner wanted. She hadn’t expected a visit today, but the scent coming into Glorall was all too familiar too her. Malina was welcome to come whenever she wanted, Tesseract had even deemed her an ally and for that she was happy.

Rogue had been working to become his second in command, well second to his sister-mate, Caligula, but still Rogue never before had thought herself deserving of a beta position, her lineage left her often at the bottom using what talents she had for the pack but now she was proving she could be more. Blood was not everything, this she knew, and slowly it seemed the code was fading. Not so much that she would ever betray her kin it was just Iromar seemed to be fading. Perhaps soon they may vanish completely, demons were coming and going, none seemed to be able to hold on to their roots and Andras seemed to be losing himself being Lilith’s pet. Well there was nothing she could do about the bond they had formed once reaching Moladion.

She neared the scent of her love, watching as she moved to the den, listening as her sweet voice called out to her. ”And why would I dare hide from my dear little white tagged Amor? Hrmm? Who would hide from that face?” Perhaps the second part was somewhat teasing, for Malina was certainly formidable when she wished to be. It was partially that that had drawn the demoness towards her. Her rough exterior that most saw but inside such a squishy soft inside that left her quite vulnerable, oh did Rogue enjoy that side on secluded quite nights. Nights that never would have to be disturbed.

Winter was here though, and Rouge was not unaware of her own scent’s growing strength, just as she was not unaware of Mal’s either. That was why she was here, she was sure. Rogue would never let any male touch her in the way that bastard Heartless had ever again, and no male would be touching her mate, her Mal, either. She was happy they were rid of those parasites, though surprisingly, and to Rogue’s dismay, it seemed her own remaining parasite has found that he wants to linger about her and embarrass her further. He even joined Glorall. Why? Hell if she knew what the little cretin wanted. But so far it seemed as though he wanted nothing to do with her or Mal, which was fine by her. He was a big boy he could take care of himself and butt out of her life for good.

”How are you, Amor? Those pesky men not leaving you alone? You have a look on your face as if you have something on your mind?” The wolfess spoke in deep tones though oddly soft, a voice that was reserved only for Mal and only in her presence.


XxHeart of MalinaxXCreator of Magnus and AlphonseXxGlorall’s Demon