The first winter had come and gone and it was spring once again. Though, today, it didn't look like it. Heavy rain clouds drifted over the moors and heavy drops of water splashed on the already moist ground. Occasionally a crack of thunder could be heard after a bright flash of lightning. Spring storms were common along the southern region of Moladion and this year would be no different. Soaked to the bone, Lamia found herself trotting along the shore line that connected Iromar to the sea. Waves crashed dangerously close to her dark paws, like the icy talons of hell trying to drag her to the abyss. Lamia ignored the waters as she moved along the beach, every now and then stopping to check the wet sands. The storm raged on overhead, but Lamia seemed to be oblivious to it. Sunset colored eyes were focused on the beach and a task at hand. If Lamia could say she was anything, determined would be the first thing that came to mind. When the child had her mind set to something, very little would stop her from accomplishing her goal.

Another wave drifted on the land and something caught Lamia's eye. A fish had been caught in the torrent and left flopping on the shore as the water left. A little gift for the demon girl. With a sinister smile, the dark wolf pup raced to the poor creature. She looked at it for a moment as it lay helpless and gasping for air. Then, she picked it up ever so carefully by the tail and took off into the moors of Iromar. The fish put of a struggle at first forcing Lamia to pause and bounce around so it didn't jerk her head every direction. But eventually it started losing its grip on life and slowed down. Finding a small, dry spot under a thick bush Lamia placed her token down and watched it. The fish didn't move. She picked it up again and, with a tiny growl, beat it's head against the ground repeatedly until blood squirted from its lifeless eye sockets. Only then did the princess stop and gaze at the real reason she had been at the beach.

Blood.

It was all over the soft needles of the bush. Lamia had watched fish dance along the shoreline after a storm before and she often wondered if they bled like the other animals she had managed to catch. To her surprise, the fish bled the same beautiful crimson color that all the rest did. It oozed from the fish's head and covered the ground around it. Lamia smiled and nudged the fish into a different position to get it to bleed better. What was it about this substance that was so... fascinating? With her rump half way out of the shelter, tail wagging softly, Lamia continued to watch the dead fish until a great boom of thunder erupted over head and the wind picked up around her. It was as if the storm were angry for the crime the pup had just committed and was out to punish her.

The fish forgotten, Lamia watched the darkness surround her outside the bush. The rain pour down in fat drops making it hard to see anything more than a few feet away. Well, this certainly was a difficult situation. Lamia couldn't tell which way she needed to go to get back to the den. Thinking far more logically then a year old pup should, Lamia already knew it was pointless to call for help. One reason was that the rain was too loud. The other is that it showed weakness. To a demon, showing weakness was a fate worse than death. Lamia knew that she would have to wait out the storm. Prove she could handle herself in a scary situation. Though her heart beat fast and her eyes were dilated, she kept herself composed and waited for something to happen or for someone to happen upon her. The only companion she had was the blood spilled upon the ground. Oh, and the fish too, perhaps.