It was difficult being such a dominant creature and having to persuade an equally dominant creature to do her bidding. She did not like it when her Brother denied her requests. She was a hyper-ball of energy, she seemed happy, so very lively, and always looking for the next way to have fun. For such a dark little spitfire she seemed somewhat out of place within their family, being all cheerful. Yet deep down Nevermore was harboring a secret, a very dark secret, and she wouldn’t tell a soul. There was a reason why she wanted to have fun, there was a reason why she always invited her Brother to play. Because at such a tender age she knew, in her head, there was something wrong with her. Not all the time could she form the correct words to get her point across. Sometimes in her mind it was hazy and she couldn’t recall the proper term, but she knew if she described it, or hissed it out her garbled words would get her point across – somewhat. Brother was so reserved, Brother was so very good at speaking, and she wanted to learn. She wanted to be like Brother, she wanted to be like Mother, she wanted to be...normal. But right now she would not speak of it. Right now she will not think of it. All that matters right now is play, and her self-doubt in herself suddenly flickered out of her mind, and she was entirely hell-bent on getting her Brother to play with the dead carcass.

Seeing her Brother slowly rise upon his paws brought instant delight to the Princess. Her silvery tail tipped with a darker hue swayed side to side in a please manner. Her hard work at pestering him had paid off. As a reward she decides to gently stroke her muzzle against his soft cheek, inhaling his scent, reminding her that she is like he. Provider had warned them that outsides would harm them and they needed to look out for each other. Even though he was different, even though he didn’t always do what she wanted, she still enjoyed his presence. They were children of imprints and so they would forever hold a close bond. She does not catch the sarcasm and she simply stares at her Brother, her dial titled to the side in a puzzled manner, those dark green eyes with their Mother’s sapphire, stare at him, unblinking. Why would he ask who the others were. The others were everyone and everything. Her soft tone is filled with worry as she placed her forehead against his own, staring in his eyes, as if this is such vital information he needs to understand.

“The flyers and the red and brown small ones like us, and pack.”

Without hesitation she backs away from him, and turns heading towards the steam that trickled past their home where Protector and Provider lie. Wagging her tail side to side she bounded forward a few feet standing still, like an eager dog ready to show its master where the kill is. Dark ears pointed forward with interest as her shadowy and silvery form wiggles with excitement. Seeing her Brother follow after her, a bit slower, she bounds happily back to him, gently shoving her shoulder into his in a playful manner. Proudly she lifts her dial and tail upwards and begins to walk at his side. She was dominant, but so was he. They were equals. They were like Provider and Protector, and so, they would be like each other, one not leading the other. She could never lead him, but she could pester him to join in on her fun. Softly she speaks her garbled speech showing a kind and understanding to how her Brother is.

“Not far, not far, Brother doesn’t like to walk. Just past the tree by the river.”

She speaks truthfully. This time she turns quiet as she walks beside her shadowy twin. As they walked towards the steam and past it by the nearby tree, there sprawled out a few feet, was the leftover bits of the carcass the Provider and Protector devoured. Wagging her tail she happily ran past him lowering her head as she walked along the dead deer. Lowering her dial she would begin to sniff the carcass, tasking the metallic blood upon her cold nose as her small tongue wiped it away. Already there were black birds plucking some of the meat off the bones of the carcass, and they would not budge away. Lifting her head she would look at her Brother, tail swaying side to side, as she lowered herself into a play-bow, urging her Brother to play, wanting her Brother to have fun with her...wanting to feel normal for a moment.

“See Brother...toys.”