a sweet tooth for genocide,

a heretic in the family tree selling misery flavored candy!

I watch my new found companions closely, taking careful note of the way they moved, judging them in silence with my gaze alone. I give no indication of it on my doll like features, but I know they are a strong pair of jaws I can add to my list of collectibles. I find I enjoy this work, dragging the victim back home to share it with those who favor the flavor of wolf within my pack. I understand some may not, but I would not tolerate a wolf who judges us based on our own survival techniques. At least we will not be the weak ones when the biting cold of a Moladion winter, my wolves would be feeding on the ones who succumb to hunger and sickness. Pride surges through me once more, though it has been a couple of months since I took this place. My electric jade gaze searches the lands for the one I call shadow, the Dread of the Night. A wave of a snowy tail catches my eyes, and I find Eric with a pleasant expression upon his face, and Seline speaks when we make it too far into the territory for outsiders to see us.

Dragging the wolf over the hill and into the space below it had been fun, though my still healing wound protested such a thing. Seline's voice strokes over my ears, her tones lyrical in quality, like a fine symphony carrying the names of the two young boys who showed to my call on the first day of my reign in Asteraia. "Indeed, they have. They were of the first to show themselves. I believe Kronos - the one with red across his chest - knows my daughter, Widow, already. I was wondering who gave them their exquisite coloring." For young boys, the two were strong and very independent already. As Seline moves, I move to give her room to work, she must be hungry if she tears in already. Soon enough though, her reasons are revealed and I am once again shocked by the kindness monsters are capable of.

Her offering is not refused, after all the guess had been correct. This muscle is my favorite part of the entire wolf, and if I could I would live off the heart alone. My lifted tail waves proudly of her choice in offering and a smile breaks over my face as I look at the larger female, she was good at this business of buttering up the queen, and I receive the gift with only a small amount of hesitation. "Thank you." I say before taking the gift from her jaws. I will not set such a treasure on the ground, and though the still organ stains my lips and tongue and teeth crimson, I will set it upon my paws as I lay with perfect confidence to feast upon that which was given. To be honest, it makes me feel a bit like a goddess consuming a blood sacrifice, and I couldn't be happier with her choice of delectable. My paws are colored red as I eat, washed in blood and they make me look more like a sister to the wolves I just met than one of my own line. I smirk at them, relaxed enough in their company, though I am ready to spring in case they should attack.

Lifting my head, I call to the boys, and my own girls to join us, this way, I might reunite dam with sons and let her meet my own little hellions. Gehenna may not come, though I prefer to chalk it up to stubborn free will rather than any physical weakness. I would hate to think I would have to end her before she even got to experience real life.

mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, white w/ electric jade eyes
no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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