There may have been a time when the invitation of joining a pack would have made the ghoulish lupine elated. Yet that was far too long ago and that side of her has been torn to pieces. With her unique mark within her old lands and pack she was pronounced as a dangerous threat and none would be willing to take her in. Funny thing how superstitions can be so cruel. Perhaps this tale of fantasized caution was true or not, it is hard to say, because an individual can’t just be born a monster – they have to be created as well. The once soulless creature attacked pack wolves with glee. First out of revenge for being mistreated. However, the thrill of seeing those of her kind flee before her, the taste of victory was addicting, and the ability to hear her name be whispered as the tales of her kills were shared felt empowering – to know that she had achieved what they forced upon her. She would have stayed within those lands, but she was constantly being hunted and she did not want to put up with it anymore. So, she laid low in these new lands making herself appear normal and to hide what she truly was from others. Protecting Heyel may have been the best thing she ever did, because with that protecting her from being seen as a dangerous threat to others, she could stalk through Moladion and kill whomever she wanted. Here no one knew her name. Here she was not a legend and perhaps she never would be. Besides she never was valuable or wanted by anyone else, always casted aside and ignored, and this would be something that would never change.

It was evident to the scarred creature that Jaidah seemed more fascinated with Tobias, the way her sage eyes would glide over his form, those eyes only looking at her for a second before traveling back to the behemoth. This was something she did not mind. She had grown indifferent to such things and yet, there was a small part of her that felt so entirely differently. Feeling her form rub against Tobias’ she did not flinch when he tries to bite her, knowing full well that the invisible shield around them would keep him at bay. Whispering calmly to the beast she would point out the fatal flaw and ruin his assumed ‘family reunion.’ It is when he acts indifferent does she begin to grow angry, but her anger is deflated when he whispers harshly. A murderous sneer starts to grow on her lips as her hauntingly cold azure eyes look over at Jaidah, eyeing her now as prey, her stomach growling in anticipation at what her next meal would be. She does not care for packs or Alphas. Does not care if Jaidah dies tonight and her pack and legacy is destroyed. With Tobias moving forward towards Jaidah to take care of his own mistake, quietly she would move around and give him a wide breadth cutting off a path for Jaidah to take should she desire to flee. That she offers the two a place in her pack causes a low snarl in response as her own lips revealed sharp bloodstained ivories, quavering to sink their teeth into flesh she knew she was allowed to destroy, the very idea of having to follow someone else was impertinent. Tobias’ hunter call was answered by her rushed charge as she slams her grey marked chest into Jaidah’s shoulder allowing her other half to do as he pleases, making sure to keep herself firm on the ground so as Jaidah would be unable to escape.

She steadies herself as she feels Jaidah move and yet she remains firm as she allows Tobias to do as he pleases. She will not attack, not yet, and when she looks to Tobias and waits for him to give her a sign that she is allowed to participate she puzzled as to why he does not make another attack when they have her exactly where they want. Keeping an emotionless mask on her mauled face she would make a few steps back to give the white she-wolf some space. It would seem that tonight she would be unable to feast on anything. With Jadiah behind her she is ignored, the need to get home as the sun began to rise was an important matter to handle with, and as her black legs carried her over towards the border she is puzzled to see Tobias waiting at the edge. Her pace does not slow down nor stop, but she does rub her shoulder into his side enjoying his form on her, but also liking the fact that he hated it too. Eyeing the rib she wonders if she can take it from him, but refrains from doing so, for it would hardly fill her up. Concealed by the shadows and darkness it would seem that Fate, in all her cruelty and twists and turns, decided that upon this night an unholy ritual was needed – two torn and broken souls in the darkest of creatures could find a way to become whole.

After all, every lonely monster needs a companion.