A scent invades her nostrils and the girl stops, her pink tongue going still in the moment as she deciphers scent. It is his lucky day. The scent of Asteraia, her rightful throne, and old packmates softens her, where nothing else would or could have, and so the strikingly marked angel and demon girl allows his presence to remain unchecked, for now.


It was no longer the same in Diveen, just as things were no longer the same in Asteraia, or even with Widow, now that she had a stupid boy. Leaning up away from the water Gehenna stares out with her stunning turquoise and black rimmed eyes at the silent waves, lost in her own thoughts. She didn’t much care for change. If things could have remained how they always had been that would’ve been fine with her. She and Widow could’ve grown up in Asteraia and taken over as Queens when the day came, ruling over the others...


It is then that she remembers he is there, her lips raising over daggers just the slightest as she turns her regal skull to regard him. The scent reminds her of Cuirass and although the yearling before her doesn't look much like him she knows it's his younger brother. Either way whether she know hims or not she is not the one if its company he's after. Even in her best moods she wasn't a social creature and she was definitely not in a better mood. A huff leaves her chest directed at him as a wolfish brow rises and her naturally serious face taking on a look that seems to say, 'what the f**k do you want?'.