It felt good to steal again. She enjoyed it greatly snatching and luring unsuspecting wolves into her clutches once again. She has sneaked around the pair but it was just the foolish male who had spotted her. Rogue missed this. Even though she denied she was getting old of all things she enjoyed the hunt and thrill of taking those that didn’t want to be stolen. It was their scents that drew her, ones that she had yet to smell for many years. Demons. Hell even. She had to take them, interrogate them and see what was going on. There was no place for their silly war here if they were trying to bring it back. It was over their blood had lost and the angels here were not the same as the ones back home. They had morals at least. Her black tail swayed in the wind as she waited for him to cross in making the last few steps before she would take his freedom. For now at least.

She remained crouched on the cliffs of the mountains, she was just high enough that her hit and landing would knock the boy flat out on the ground. The black wolfess propelled herself from the cliffs edge. Landing upon him and pressing him to the ground with no sound of violence coming from her maw. She had caught him just like a stray rabbit out in the open. Fool. He was no warrior demon. He was no Andras. Her heart twanged. It hadn’t taken long for news to spread of the former Demon Lord’s demise she wouldn’t admit it to anyone that night but she had mourned, violently upon the news. Now she had to find herself a new purpose and her love decided it was here where they would stay. After being Iromar’s Ferryman back in the days when the demons ruled that pack and the Hand of Glorall during Tesseract’s rule she hardly could content herself having nothing even if a few stay silver furs started doting the red fur beneath her eyes.

When he spoke it was her poisonous eyes narrowed upon him ears falling back and her teeth bared back slightly. Demon law still was in her blood she would not harm any stolen wolves so long as they were hers that were stolen. He knew this most likely if he recognized her for what she was. When he continued to run his mouth it was then she replied again.

”Respect your elders, Child. Perhaps I was mistaken about what you are, for any of us would have known better. Or have things changed that much since I left for this failed Crusade? That white mark may be some sort of indicator to that.” She did want information, Sodom could provide some information. Rogue had thought about going back. But for what? There was no reason to show Malina or her children through those lands. Even if it was just to show them. Her tail lashed behind her and she waited for the younger demon to speak.


XxHeart of MalinaxXCreator of Magnus and AlphonseXxSpirane
XxMother of Alcmene, Mana and LosxX