Dance, my little puppets,

Los/?.?/03  

     She let Melek have her opinion of demons being ‘normal’ wolves. After all, the idea was less threatening, and more conducive to recruitment. Nakki herself didn’t see them as anything supernatural either. They were all very much of flesh and blood, though their minds were of high order. They protected the world, after all. It took a wolf of higher order to recognize this and properly show respects. Nakki was not an outright dominant wolf - so she was alright with this fact and knew that those of exceptional minds would reveal themselves. But many demons grew frustrated with the world full of wolves that “could not be dominated,” and thus their often forceful and aggressive nature with others that didn’t realize their pure purpose. These actions were often mistook as pigheaded foolishness. Nakki supposed she could stand up for her brethren, but Melek had closed the door to learning the moment she had made a definite conclusion and Nakki wasn’t one to force her knowledge onto others.

     What did pike Nakki’s interest was her egoistic remark that obviously, was truth to the little honey bee. She did as Nakki did; they culled the unworthy from the population. If this was Melek’s purpose on her own, then Nakki was glad to be in the company of a fellow of her faith, even if Melek unaware of the purpose she served so naturally. She was a cautious creature, Nakki noted as she hung back from her side. It was a wise trait, and one Nakki perhaps should better learn. She tended towards bold, dangerous advances and then backed off if the situation became unstable. But then, her size and agility usually saved her from most fangs.

     Nakki was disinclined to say anything and simply allow for them to bask in each others company, but the feeling was quickly reversed when Melek showed curiosity towards the habits of demons. Nakki’s tail waved in approval of the question,“Only that of our enemies. It’s a show of power, more than anything, though I think some of us like the taste of our cousins.”

     Nakki smiled, remembering playful memories of discovering that wolf flesh could be digested when she was pup. The reaction of her peers had varied so greatly! Some couldn’t get enough, while others had trouble downing more than a mouth full. They’d had competitions of “how much you can stomach” once they were around two years old. She missed training, really, though it was far more brutal- at least it wasn’t this whole adult teaching being-judged crap. It had been tedious and frustrating when she’d discovered that outside her own pack, her ideals were often unwelcome.

     However, Melek was leading her to believe that perhaps, Nakki was also being interviewed. Was she looking for a pack to join or simply a place to fit in? It seemed a logical option of the smaller females actions so far - her approach of a demon (who others usually avoided), sticking around after displayed savagery, and now the pursuit of knowledge. Nakki asked after a definite answer, “Quare accessistis ad me?” Why have you approached me?

Näkki