The day was not unlike any other. The biting of winter’s chilling embrace has taken its hold upon all within Diveen, though the sun fights to continue to bring warmth and life to the mortal inhabitants upon the earth. His efforts are given in vain as the everlasting cold that now sits deep in the season will not relent. It is a time in which snow covers most of the land nearly every day and nights should be kept warm with the company of another. Stella did not have the another to share her body heat with in the darkness of the night - though this does not bother her all too much considering that she has been alone for all of these years in passing.

A short amount of time has passed since she has conceived and while she is well away from showing very many signs of her pregnancy, she can feel her body changing with each changing of the day. It is the most peculiar feeling to know that within you are other living, moving beings. And one day, eventually, they have to come out. If she were to change her mind about the whole ordeal now then it was far too late. She would have to press onward through her uncertainties and wicked thoughts. If creatures by the likes of Jaidah and Tobias can raise offspring, then why could she not? She continues to convince herself of this as the realization that she is now fully committed weighs heavy upon her mind.

She finds herself moving through the wild lands more often than within the pack itself, but there are days when she will venture from her new den here to find some other morbid curiosity to take hold of her brain within the borderline. On this frigid day, she is doing just that, her sizable figure moving at a lax pace as she makes a trail through the ravine. Despite this pack being so large there are many times in which silence overtakes the land and not a single creature can be detected. Today, the birds are loud in their sing-song voices, twittering back and forth to one another as she passes them by; quite irritating really. She would rather listen to the rasped call of the crow than the smooth chirps of the song birds on any day.

But another noise captures her attention nearly immediately as she is passing by a few den sites; the detectable sound of a low growl from within one of the cliff’s walls. She pauses for a moment and listens further, her black coated ears pivoting and twitching with each additional noise that is procured from the cavern. The deep, mumbling sound of a voice so distant that it has been locked away into her mind for years. It reaches out to her, trying to climb its way back out from her darkened memory of ages passed, but she denies it and pushes the possibility of such further away in her mind. Instead, she jogs forward ever slowly toward where she suspected the conversing creatures to be and immediately the stench of a rotting corpse wafts out from the mouth of the den.

Something was not right about this and it was tugging at her to move just a little bit closer.

A whimper suddenly escapes and the sound of the masculine voice following suit. He speaks louder and has more to say this time, not allowing Stella’s mind to retract from the memories that he is trying to upheave with the words he is speaking. She fights against it and tries to deny that it is he, the one whom she has damned for all eternity, but they will not allow her to any longer. They want her to remember, they want her to relive it, they want her to do something. Don’t leave me!! The final pleading shout snaps her from her daze and she is instantaneously rocketing herself into scene unfolding, her eyes first landing upon the familiar white and golden figure of her niece before they dart upward to the lunging form of he who she will not name. Perhaps it is the early onset of motherly instinct or something even further complicated than that, but the sight of him lunging at Calliel has Stella charging forward with hackles raised and eyes ablaze with fury, aiming to crash into him so that he cannot get to the girl any longer. She prepares herself for their bodies to collide and to feel his fangs against her skin, but she does not simply stand as a shield, she will be the knife to his throat in turn.

Time seems to slow as he is now in range from her initial defensive charge and she outstretches her neck so that her jaws will come down upon the upper part of his neck as her body rushes forward to force him upon the ground to keep the girl away from any harm. Savage snarls erupt like thunder from within her chest as she challenges him, every hair upon her body standing on end as she holds steadfastly against him, aiming to keep him pinned to the ground. Should his age not hinder him in evading her counter attack, she stands strong against his oncoming force, her jaws reach to clash against his own in a battle of titans. She will not yield and should he press her ever further, the young girl beneath her will surely get a show in how to bring about the butchering of one lowly, decaying individual.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | king's guard