fourteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of none
this is her in blackouts

Natu finds that she likes Mikoto for the simple fact that she is not rude, condescending, or even overly wary of her own presence. Of course Natu did not give off a vicious vibe for such a thing is not in her nature for innocents. Those who have spilled blood needlessly and caused torment to others, those like Lillith, they inspire a rage and passion within Natu that could sear the blood from her very body. They are a blight upon this earth, for it is against nature to go against one's own kind for the sake of blood lust and some darker desires better left unsaid. She never knew, relaly, why the Demon Queen had come up to her on that fateful day, why she had played with Natu's sympathy and happiness for a new mother, why she had chosen to try and kill her. The question didn't bother her for she figured she knew that Lillith was simply one of those abominations of life who thirsted for violence and chaos.

Every place is different. Moladion is different in the magic that lies in the land, the magic that weaves two souls together into one connecting force. She has never heard of such elsewhere, never felt such a bond that she does now. Heyel had become a confidante of hers for they could never really be more than that and she was okay with that; there was something all binding about the imprint bond. It was a comfort to have such a bond with him when she had felt so alone in this world, even if her brother and good sister lived in the seaside pack.

It would only make sense that Mikoto was from a different place with different beliefs there. Perhaps different magics, for it seemed possible with the ones that Moladion has. She watches as the other female sits and offers a friendly smile, any hidden tension that either of them hadn't noticed before dissipating as they accepted the other's presence fully with trust. "Welcome to Moladion, Mikoto." Natu has an air of respect for her, as she always does for a fellow traveler. Such a life is not easily done and strengthens the spirit.

"Since you are not familiar with this land, first I must say that there is a strange sort of magic here. I, too, was not born here but found this place only a few short years ago. There is a bond, of some sort, with many wolves that is called an imprint bond. Such a bond binds you and your other soul half until one of you should pass away. It is... a strange sensation, being so connected to another." For a moment she pauses, her eyes seeming to take on a reflective gleam as she tries to explain it before continuing on. "There are five separate packs of the moment; Taviora, of the woodlands, Spirane, of the mountains, Iromar, of the marshes, Glorall, of the sea, and Diveen, of the rolling hills. But you will probably hear most about Iromar and Diveen, for the marsh land is said to be home of the Demon bloodline and Diveen the home of the angel bloodline. They hate each other for some reason I have yet to truly pinpoint, though I do caution you to those of Iromar, for I have met one there and assume they are all a nasty lot with dark desires."

It was perhaps a lot of information to be giving out, but it would certainly save the girl time in learning it all like Natu had. She cocks her head now. "Where you come from, is it anything like whta I have described?"