The clench of this passing winter was slowly beginning to release as time eased onward; snow did not fall every day and slightly warmer climates were slipping in on the off days. The discord that erupted within Diveen had long since died down, Isola’s fears comforted by the fact that Devil May Cry would not be seen around the pack as long as Stella had anything to do with it, and little Calliel was well onto her way in healing completely.

The wicked furian still could not make sense of the reason why she had stepped in to the matter but she was beginning to believe that it was a slew of things all leading up to the event; the day that Devil had hurled her from her mother, the desire to be in good graces with her brother, the fact that she was bearing children of her own, and on top of it all those chaos loving devils that tormented her on the daily. Yes, perhaps all of these factors combined had sent her into the aggressive mode that she had succumbed to and it was truly a surprise that she had not been consumed by her actions all in the same. This is where reason trumps the lust for blood and violence - to not allow Isola or Calliel to witness the demon that she can become when provoked - she could not lose herself around them if she wanted for something so important.

It was all too much for her at times, the frenzy that consumed her mind each time she saw the recovering child that urged her to seek out the bastard again, and the minute detail that her acclaimed soul mate lingers so frequently around the pack. She was beginning to lose her mind as of late and it was time for her to seek a release. Her womb had finally begun to fill quite a bit as the fetuses were growing larger and larger each day, and while she may not appear so formidable in her current state, she fully intended on finding out where her mother was hiding the child-abusing recreant.

Stella made her way out of Diveen at a casual pace for she was in no hurry to find Devil, he would receive retribution no matter what day or time she appeared upon his doorstep. The thoughts still lingering in her mind simmered with rage and she could tell that her emotions were beginning to affect the offspring taking refuge within her belly as they twisted and squirmed when her heartbeat began to quicken with her anger. A low growl emanated from her throat as she glanced back to her left side, further irritated that they should choose to cause her physical unease. But they quickly settled back down and she was reluctant to pick up her pace into an easy jog as she tracked down the scent trail of the golden crowned bitch.

It came as no shock when the path led the amazonian-bred hellion to the distant land of Taviora and in the midst of the trees that surrounded it, Kiska had smelled of the pack when she first saw her in their meeting amongst the wood not too long ago. It is no lie that Diveen and Taviora are under a pact and if so then Stella should be welcomed gladly behind their borders. With such thoughts propelling her further, she enters the pack without much hesitation and pursues the trail ever further until it becomes stronger, the trees thin out and in the middle of a small, sun kissed clearing is a gathering of large stones. There is no mistaking the gargantuan figure of her mother reclining upon these rocks, even if she is approaching from her rear and cannot see the tell-tale crown.

“Why must you be so pathetic as to run to him again and again? To think.. I was actually proud of you for once when you found your place here..” Her words call forth to her in a deep, feminine timbre and are tinged in a rather venomous tone as she displays her emotions and opinions on the matter in full. It was never a hidden fact that Stella had hated Devil May Cry and even to this day she holds strong to that grudge. Perhaps, at one point in time, she was capable of letting it go but that was before he had chosen to go completely-fucking-insane and show his psycho ass to everyone in the ravine. So much for being father of the year.

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