TAKE ME INSIDE YOUR SOUL & MAKE IT WEEP FOR ME

Life and death had an interesting relationship. Nemesis had found out such a fact only a few seasons ago while wandering amidst the forest away from her home pack. A large, foreboding male had massacred and devoured a creature of their own blood. The young whelp could only stare in silence through the bushes as she watched with widened eyes. It had been an experience that will forever be burned into her memory and has already begun to shape her in a dynamic way.

She had returned to Glorall that evening without further words to speak of the event to anyone. Not a soul knew of what she had witnessed and how it had affected her; although it was no secret that the brood of Eden and Achlys were already a twisted bunch.

On the cusp of spring she is meandering down the shoreline as grave winter skies hang overhead. The sea breeze is still chilling and the moisture in the air causes her monochromatic fur to clump together. Flat, amethyst eyes dart across the sands as a loud shriek disrupts her peace and suddenly fall upon a larger figure in the distance. She is not one to be overly sociable and yet she follows the sound to investigate why this boy is feeling such pain.

It seems that she is not the only one of Achlys’ litter to find the cries of agony enticing, as her larger brother moves through the rock and sands toward the ailing wolf. She cannot say that Elohim is her favorite of her brothers, for she really hasn’t even socialized with them much since mother left, but she still feels kindred to him in some manner. She approaches with a natural grace gifted by her mother, even in such a young stage of her life she has picked up on the talents of her feminine variety. Her brother, unfortunately, was not a protégé of elegance she notes as she approaches silently.

As soon as she comes upon the pair of them, the older one is bounding off to rub his face into the sand, effectively coating it in the substance before coming back to the siblings. Her eyes flicker to the stick-legged creature that Elohim has between his jaws before moving back to the taller, more robust male, noticing how his demeanor instantly changes. It is a peculiar thing to witness, going from joyful to suddenly so painfully self-aware that he must switch his façade to something more somber.

”No need to hide behind your guise.” she calls him out as soon as she has caught upon his act. Her voice is monotone in comparison as she stares at him flatly. Intellect is another gift provided by her lineage and she is sure to put it to use whenever necessary; calling another’s bluff for instance.

Nemesis