I know I should feel some sort of remorse for my Father not be alive anymore, but it is difficult to have such a thing when he was hardly here. I know he wanted me even though he had to persuade my Mother for such a thing. It would seem that having an imprint meant that you had to bow down to the other without one gender having the final say over the other. My parents are not the ideal imprint couple to look up to. I know Andras was close to Lilith and I should think that I should idolize their bond…but should my other half be gone and I react as Andras…that is a terrifying thing. As I watch him, I am careful to keep my eyes from looking directly at his. I know he has not been well and the last thing I want to be is well, dead. I my life is young and I would love to continue on, as much as I can, so hopefully I will be able to return to my den safely after my exhausted but valuable excursion. My den is far away from the pack. I am still staying in the den that Mother had birthed me in and left me in when she decided to leave me here. Her faint is barely there, but sometimes, on some nights if the wind runs through it just right…I can smell her. It is comforting to me, even as I lie curled in a tight ball by myself. Sometimes it isn’t fun being alone at night what with the swamp predators lurking about and yet I cannot be afraid. It is not in my nature to be such a thing. I am my Mother’s daughter and she told me that I must never ever show it for it is weakness. Weakness is something my Father was and that is something I simply cannot be.

As he speaks of my Father I simply stare at him. I lower my head slightly looking down at my paws. I am trying so hard to keep myself away from his reputation. I am trying to make my own path and I don’t want any more things that could hinder me, from…being something. I do not think others really understand my need to be approved. Mother and Father were not around and so I believed that I was truly unwanted. Yes- Father wanted me, but sadly he was never here. As for Mother, well, I think we all know how she thought. As my Lord speaks I simply nod in acknowledgment keeping my emotions intact and my face impassive. He claims Father loved me and I suppose it is true, but he never showed me…he never…told me. How…how can I believe it? I guess I have to believe what Andras says right, but…I…just…can’t…but I could try?

As I move towards him and do something highly unorthodox and dangerous I press my muzzle to his own. I can feel his body stiffen and I cannot help but do it as well. I am still worried for my safety, but I am sure I could manage a few scrapes should he punish me for doing such a horrible thing. Yet he was more of a Father figure than to my own. He made sure I was still alive and when I was still trying to learn how to hunt and I didn’t have food I smelled his scent on the dead vermin he would place at my den. Yet I never mentioned it to anyone thinking it was something that just shouldn’t be admitted. I just had to be honest with him even if I will get punished. I still touch his muzzle even though his teeth are shown and I keep it there a moment before slowly pulling my muzzle away from his. My red-trimmed ears twitch and my violet eyes widen as I hear him inquire about my status. For a moment I simply quiet unsure if I had heard what he said correctly. That he could consider me as a daughter, as one of his…it was unbelievable. What could I do? What was I supposed to do? I simply stayed still and silent for a moment for once my violet eyes locking with those golden orbs of his. Oh how badly I wish to wag my tail excitedly, but I do not think that is appropriate. I could belong, by being his daughter, I could really be anything- I could show everyone…even myself that I held some sort of value. My life mattered. Puffing my chest out and throwing my shoulders back I manage to sit up a little bit straighter, keeping my soft voice controlled, never breaking eye contact.

“A daughter of the Demon Lord…that is a…extremely kind honor, especially for a non-Demon like me. I would be honored to be your own. I just hope I can continue to make you proud and serve our pack.”

I just hope I don’t disappoint you, I think as I wait for his response…I do not want to disappointment the one wolf that… sees me.