Regardless of pack life or loner life, the Satanican Queen has always been a rather reclusive creature. While it is true she has and holds her dearest mate close to her own personal self, it was also true that she was not often found with him. If anything, she was found seldom if at all around the plains and hills of Asteraia, and that was because she was not a wolf who aimed to be found. She was the stalker of the shadows, the predator within the darkness where no prey dared to tread. As it were, Asteraia was a haven for her kind and those like them. It had been proved at the presence of her sons when her and Eric had accompanied Jaidah home that fateful day. Seline is not a superstitious mind, but she does know there was a reason they had run into the white wolf that day. Just as she knows there was a reason their sons were here before them, and why they all continued to live in the pack as it were. The blood and snow Queen is no true follower, but she is a strong ally and has dubbed Jaidah a friend- and thus, the young white Queen has gained unfaltering loyalty. There is no need in the older wolf's mind to mingle and socialize with the rest of the wolves that make up Asteraia. Jaidah, Eric, Kronos and Cuirass are all that is needed as far as she is concerned. Time and skill has been spent on both her sons over the months, and though they are not anywhere close to earning their scars upon their breasts, she knows that some day they will be.
Out of any Satanican children pairs she has known and witnessed throughout her life, her latest sons are the prime specimen. They surpass even what she had been with her brother Valiant, their bond running deeper than their blood and their very minds. They were impressive all on their own as well, and Seline sought to only heighten that in them. With Asteraia at their backs, her sons could do all and anything that they wished, and the world was theirs for the taking. Much like it would be for the young lives currently squirming around inside of her engorged body, signaling that it was indeed time for her to settle. An experienced Mother is a calm one, as well as one that takes their time. There is absolutely no reason to rush, and so she does not. It is her favourite time when she arrives at her den, which is located in the Northern part of the land and where it dips south to almost enclose the bay. Seldom do others travel this way, one of the reasons she has chosen such a spot, as well as the fact that this is not her only den. This one is specifically for the arrival of the newest Satanican's, as the other den is for every day and everything in between. The second and first to have been made is on the opposite outskirts of Asteraia, where the Woodland thins out to become the hills of the packland. The only two wolves to be aware of the location beside herself and her sons are Eric and Jaidah, but it wouldn't be hard to track her down if a wolf particularly wanted to. Luckily enough, Seline was not a wolf often sought out by others.
Such things were preferred over anything for the Satanican Queen, particularly in her aged years. Once young and lively she had been the epitome of the center of attention, basking in the lime light for all to see and all to want and crave. But more and more she finds herself in the dark and in the shadows, on the outskirts of the arena she had once been in the center and master of. Jaidah reminded her much of her own young self, perhaps a reason she had taken such a liking to the young wolf along with her own perfected colouring. Much like Eric, she held the pristine white pelt all wolves should covet and worship, and much like Eric she lacked the red splatters across her body. And, much like Eric, Seline had no problem seeing past such things for the wolf that she was on the inside often painted her body with that very same red. It was a thing to appreciate, the only reason she had ever shared hearts with her friend, and why she would tolerate her presence today if she showed up. Any other than her, and her own family, however, may not receive such warm welcome. But come what will, as life always has its way, that much Seline knows for certain. Just as she knows who will be patiently awaiting her arrival in the den, when the first peak of the suns rays just barely breaks over the hills to the West.
It is when the light comes forth that the blood and snow Queen slips down into darkness, contractions tensing up her muscles only to relax moments later. It is just the beginning, but the many time Mother knows well what will be the outcome. Always Satanican's are born in pairs, their blood bond stronger than any sibling pair, and they pride themselves much in this fact. Venomous green and yellow eyes search in the darkness as her lithe frame makes its way to the back wall of the den. She does not actually have to search, for she knows what and who lies in wait for her, but she has always enjoyed their particular game. A low, deep growl begins in the pit of her belly that is reserved for him and only him. Once upon a time, she would have given it to anyone she damn well felt like. But these days she had no desire to give it to anyone but him and him alone. Settling herself so that her back may push against him, and she may lean or pull away much as she pleased, Seline settled in at last to give in to what their life had given them. Children from Eric and herself seem often to be on the larger size, and so the pain and time that comes with the first is honestly no surprise. Keeping her breath at an even pant so that she may conserve her energy, contractions take over as she pushes against them. At last the child gives way, and though she turns to clean and place the child at her belly her attention is also on her own body.
Bright eyes do observe the newly born child, noting the paleness of the red that coats most of her frame for she is indeed a female. She does sport the lovely and perfect white of her family and heritage, but the off red red is something rather knew and a bit perplexing. But a soft and tender lick of a kiss is placed upon her forehead regardless, just as she pushes hard once again. Thanks to the rather large size of the first pup, the second child is easy though perhaps just as painful if not more. Again, Seline and Eric are rewarded with a daughter, one that has the Satanican Queen's twisted half smile upturning to something dark, gruesome and beautiful. For after cleaning the second daughter, intense eyes take in the magnificent, bloody crown that adorns the little ones skull and several kisses are placed upon the forever stained fur there. They are both healthy and lively children, and Seline is so very pleased that she almost relaxes with a sigh and a lean back into Eric. Almost.
Instead, further convulsions take hold of her sides and she braces for one last massive push. A warm gush and a loud squall later, a son is brought to be placed between his two sisters, and the Satanican Queen gazes down at him in wonder. Never has she known a litter of her heritage to be more than two, though three she does not begrudge. Taking it as an omen, she turns then to the beloved white wolf at her back, her bright green yellow eyes taking on a love and fondness reserved for a very select few in her life. With her fondness comes a tender voice, slicked with honey though lacking the razors usually found just beneath. "Lurid, Melisandre, Rapier.. in the same order as their lives came to us. Would you agree?" Though love would be the beginning tones of her voice, a challenge would be all too obvious toward the end. For truly Seline cannot help herself- help the way her lips turn up in a mischievous grin as she watches him, coaxing him, daring him. For what exactly is not important, for between them there are constant unspoken challenges of life. Thus she waits for his reply, and for the fool of a wolf to come and stumble upon their home and their family. Let the world know of the Satanican brood and their ever growing power and desire.