How can I be ashamed of my Father? Even the lowliest low of wolves serve a purpose. When other wolves are getting aggressive it does not do well to attack each other that would cause us to be injured and weak. My Father takes in the pain and suffering. He allows his own pack to beat him, maim him, and allow us to extract all sorts of frustrations on him. I am a bit sadden that he must be treated like this, but it is for the good of the pack. All serve their purpose. If that is his purpose then he is doing his job well. Yet I seek to achieve a greater purpose for my home and my own kind than to follow within his footsteps. My blood is mixed with my Mother’s and she will not accept weakness. She has suffered her own torment and pain, I think, and so that makes me a creature that is tolerable of all sorts of pain and suffering…because my parents have endured. I am hoping that I can find my own place within the ranks of the Demon pack. I bear their markings, but I have yet to go through the blood ceremony as Andras mentioned. Ever since Mother left me at the end of Summer, I learned how to fend for myself. In these lands it was kill or be killed, and so far I was doing fairly well. Though because I am left to do as I please, I have been very observant of my own kind. I have noticed Nogitsune coming and going. I know I have my own wanderings, but it is only to learn from my Mother. I do not associate myself with members of family that our pack is at odds with. As Mother explained to me I am not to be near any of Diveen, it would not do me any good and I have heeded her words. However, I am unsure as to why the son of the Demon Lord was spending time with an Angel Princess. It was not my place to speak of such things, but should I ever be asked- I must respond truthfully. As he approaches me I left my crown above my kill, tilted to the side. A sickly grin appears on my bloodstained maw, as my smooth voice slithers slowly out.
“I have always been here…but like always, I go unnoticed sometimes. You on the other hand, you have been wandering…”
I do not tell him where or with whom he is wandering to. That isn’t my place and I shall not judge him. I am not sure how I am judge by others, but I hope to be seen in a good light. Yet for now I am content with being unnoticed. I think I am good at this, this is an advantage that I wish to exploit for the benefit of them. My crimson ears twitch as I hear something large moving through the marshes. My cold gaze shifts from the boy that is the same age as me, with noble blood, towards a male that I am not aware of. I notice his focus is on me, but it quickly diverts to the kill between my paws. In these lands it is survival of the fittest. I have killed it and therefore it is my prey. I remain lax on top of the rock, by underneath my obsidian pelt my muscles are tense and at the ready to spring into action be that to deflect his oncoming assault or to attack him in return. My ebony and dark red tail sways slightly as one crimson paw covers part of my prey, a subtle sign that I will not ‘share.’ Yet I will do what he wants, in a completely different way. I do not return his snarl, but I do flash my teeth at him, a tiny bit, as my smooth cold tones flow from my bloodstained maw once more.
“There is a family of them behind you, underneath that log…I am sure you do not need me to kill it for you.”
With that being said I lower my maw and return to my meal. Though as I eat my fill I can feel a pair of eyes glowering at me from another area. Puzzled I turn my head to the side and notice the Demon Lord was making his rounds. I will not lie, I am a bit wary of him. I am unused to be him being around, but I do my best not to show it. Instead I merely nod in his direction, before my sharp teeth pull and tug at the hide of the muskrat’s head, pulling and tearing, cleaning it until I can eventually have the skull be by itself. Picking the skull up gently and leaving the rest of the husk of my meal, all the meat picked clean, I leap off my rock and lower my head and tail respectfully, placing the skull at his feet, before taking a few steps back and turning so that we are all sitting in a circle-like shape. Waiting to see just what happens next, secretly hoping the Demon Lord accepts the gift to his throne.