It has been awhile since I was not known for who I am, it is different to say the least to not have wolves walking on eggshells around me because of who my parents were. Deep scarlet eyes ringed in vibrant jade look through the gloom and darkness of the cavern I find myself in, wondering why I had decided to split off from my older brother in a range of lands so strange, it wasn't like we were fighting or something, it's not like I was sick of him or something like that, although sometimes he does say that I can be petty like that, even with him saying something so irksome he is still my older brother, we were bound together and I wasn't about to snap at him. We always had each other's backs, but for now we are on our own, I am on my own, and for some reason I had been compelled to enter the darkness where I cannot shine as those of my lineage should. My pale coat is ghost-like in the darkness, and yet a ghost clearly not at ease with it's surroundings, because I cannot fathom who may want to really be in these caves at all, and I'm beginning to get the slightest bit annoyed, because really it needs more light than the cracks that make it through here and there, but at the very least my pale frame can't be missed because it does not blend, that way nobody might bump me, that way if there are demons they have ample time to run before I can be bothered to corner them, because I have little patience for the wretches. My brother is much more patient than I with the despicable creatures, he won't bother them if they don't misbehave, but I believe that they do not deserve that chance, that they should run away from us, because we are stronger, we are smarter, I have tasted the blood of demons before, and toying with them is fun.

It is strange to not be at my brother's side, I had traveled with him for two of my four years, serving as his shadow, and my deep scarlet eyes ringed in jade narrow as I wonder if he still thinks of me as just a little brother, no he must have noticed how grown and strong I have become. Yes I am very strong compared to my puppyhood, smaller and lighter than my older brother, and I do not scare away from danger instead choosing to growl in the face of it and never back down, willing to taste the blood of anyone who messes with me, because I was a puppy who grew up too fast with too little play. My brother balances me out perhaps, as smart as he is, he knows what buttons to avoid pushing, and how to defuse my temper when it needs to be, he's taller and has more muscles than I, and yet perhaps too laid-back, he's the negotiator and peace-keeper of the two of us, though he's willing to take control of me if I need it and knows when to just turn me loose. I do not accept the fact that I have flaws, because I need to be invincible, someone that could rule with nobody able to say anything against me, perhaps that is going just a little too far, but let's just say that I like a good challenge, my perfect world is one without demonkind, flawed creatures as they are, and the lone wolves are far too much like commoners, they do not know how to properly see the world. Together my brother and I have it all, and I know this as much as he does.

My short pale coat is almost like a faint ray of light, trying in futile motivation to light up these dark caves and tunnels, yes a small and stray faded beam of light, and perhaps that is the only perfect thing to be found in these tunnels, because everything else is much too dark to be anything of value. There needs to be more than just a sliver of light here and there, the fates should consider remodeling. I doubt they'll really take it into much consideration, but the more I see the less I like, really there is nothing particularly pretty down here, nothing to make me like it, though it does seem like a good hangout if one was a demon. I suppose the darkness would suit them after all, after all it would hide the black coats of their twistedness, though their hellfire red burnt markings would give them away. Auburn and cinnamon dust my ruff and hackles, spreading finely over my shoulders, marking me as my heritage of an angel.