One too many days by myself. I spent one too many days. I desired company so fiercely and yet I rejected it at times, this need. WHY? Life had been nothing but cruel to me from the very beginning. I still dreamt of my father with his two-toned face as he glared at me, chastening me for my idiocy. I was not born with intelligence like my brothers, he had said, and yet I felt I had learned much. A warrior I was not, not yet, but I woke up some mornings feeling the desire to learn. Just the day before I had tried to practice my skills on a rather thick branch that had fallen during a recent summer storm. My claws had raked across the blistering bark to leave furrows in my wake. It was discomfiting to bite upon it for the bark dug into my soft gums and made them bleed much to my dismay. Maybe fighting a tree wasn't the best route to go but I would figure something else out... later.
I wake with a gasp, my lungs screaming at the lack of oxygen. My forelegs are splayed apart and my chest heaves between them, ears forward and eyes wide. I can feel her breath on me. Hear that damning laughter rustle from her throat, an intoxicating sound that I hated and admired all at once. The beauty and horror of it. A whimper escapes my lips then a sigh. I hate myself but more than anything I hate this world and what it has made me into, this wayward spirit, and an anger boils beneath my veins that I am not sure how to unleash.
It isn't long before I leave my makeshift bed, a pile of leaves tucked into the basin of a tree with roots as my pillows. My walk is a drag, paws brushing across the earth in a zombie-like manner and head held down as my mind drifts. I don't notice the puppy that frolics nearby because I am absorbed in myself. In my misery and disconnected soul. Not until I catch it, the faintest scent of Kronos. Fear - it spikes through me and my fragile mind cannot take it. Steel eyes snap up and I SEE her. She is standing behind the trees ahead, the red on her face like my blood across her maw, and I see her tongue lave across her lips.
Then I hear the noise of the child, my head jerking around to catch sight of the white and tan girl who looks lost. Who looks SO small. Small enough for Seline to wrap her maw around her neck and shake her until it snaps, until she is devoured by the demon-spawn of that wicked woman.