<font color=D44612>Where My Demons Hide</font>

I did not figure I would run into a child of Diveen let alone those angels that my mother hated so much. However, not these one. Mother had said that these angels were different, all but one that was all but one that Malina had mentioned once. She thinks they aren�t real angels, they might be of the blood line but they were not the same ones that she had been born warring with and the ones that raided demon dens at night killing their young. Well I couldn�t say if any of those stories were true. Honestly I had never met another demon other than my mother or heard of their stories. Perhaps someday, but to be honest I hardly care about them.

Demons angels whatever. They all bleed they all die, just like any other wolf on Moladion. By no means was anyone of them more special than the other, in fact, I found the company of the �normal� wolves of Moladion much more compelling. Who knows how they tick? Just like my little storm cloud Viora. She is perhaps the most compelling of all. With angels and demons you generally knew what they were like; I pretty much can sum up both of their families with 3 words each just from what I hear. Well I will be happy to announce that I seem to take after my father, the one who is �normal�.

I grip my prize harder listening to the soft squelches and cracks of its flesh and bones when the scent of another, a very familiar type of scent that of Diveen touched my nose. I whipped around to face her, my white and opalescent green eyes set upon her looking blank and neutral. She was so small compared to me and I simply watched her for a moment not amused by her interrupting my meal. She speaks then saying she couldn�t tell where I was from. Good. She doesn�t need to know it�s not her business. She invites me to Diveen and I drop my catch unceremoniously so that its little body crashes to the ground with a resounding thud.

�I lived in Diveen. I didn�t like it. I left.� I speak darkly. �You and your own enough wolves and all of you reproduce like rabbits. You cannot tell me for one moment that you are hurting in numbers.� It was then that this scent that has been shadowing me for some time had come to be. I hadn�t known it was actually another, I just thought it was the new scent that had clung to my form but no, it was another girl, this one substantially older. Her scent is that of the loud one, Cersei, the one who demanded respect instead of earning it. I eye her suspiciously then wondering if she too would demand the respect that her sibling had. She looks very much unlike that of her sister, perhaps she has a little more brains.

�Two princesses coming to greet me. Don�t I feel� special.� I said somewhat sarcastically, I am only guessing that the smaller girl before me is the spawn of the Alphas, they seemed to have so many. How she moved and how she spoke, it all but gave her away. �And I will state Princess of Glorall that I am still very much on the fence of being allowed to join you and yours thanks to your sister.� Don�t get me wrong, I would never go back to Diveen, I am not their solider I will never be theirs not when they have so many. I rather liked solitude and Glorall certainly allowed me to have that.

You�ll See Them In My Eyes
|| Three Years || Doesn�t Have a Heart || Steals Maeve�s Soul || HeartlessxRogue ||

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