Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love

And opts instead for fury.

Little about life thus far had pleased Keturah, her critique as harsh as broken shards of glass perhaps but there was nothing soft about the girl. Everywhere her gold eyes looked, weakness plagued the world like a disease. It had even gone as far as to infect her litter mates, both of her bothers no more than defects that should have never come into existence. She hated them, they were useless wastes of resources to her and she constantly reminded them with sharp fangs. Abel and Zerachiel thought her mean and they were right, she was the embodiment of wrath, there was nothing nice about her. The opinions of sheep did not change the mind of the lion however, reality remained that if her brothers did not.....stop being weak, then she and her sister Esdeath would kill them. It was the way of nature: the strong feasted upon the weak.

The heartless girl grew larger and stronger each day, continuing to suck at her mother's strength like a succubus. One day her needle sharp milk teeth would be replaced with real fangs, her body growing to be built for speed but that would not take away from her physical strength. Her feminine allure and beauty gifted from her mother would be an illusion, hiding her ferocity. She was perfection, if not the only good thing alongside her sister that her mother managed to birth that day. Not only were the boys born defects, but they had also almost killed their mother, therefore making their existence in this world even more of a hindrance. Keturah would one day rise to do great things, surpassing even her sister; it was up to the brothers if they could manage to hobble along after her or become carrion along the way.

Very little peaked Keturah's interest enough for her to get up and see just what the hell was going on. Frankly, she simply didn't care about others or other things, only herself and things that happened to her. Today was a rarity, the sight of the deformity Abel being led down to the sandy beaches by their older half brother Eden peaked Keturah's curiosity, if only morbidly because she had a sick desire to see if the older male would drown the useless pup in the ocean. It was clear Eden did not like weakness like Keturah, and thus it left her waddling after the duo, golden eyes staring with the same metalic coldness as usual.

She stopped at the edge of the sand dunes as both males continued towards them. Her tail flicked with agitation at the mere sight of Abel limping after Eden as he was. "Pathetic," she hissed out through bared teeth, though her words were drowned out by the sound of the nearby ocean and the howling of the sea breeze. The small girl lowered herself into the sand, golden eyes slicing over the scene as Eden forced Abel to climb the sand dune. What should have been no problem for anyone with any amount of strength was a struggle for the small boy and it......infuriated Keturah. The violent storm within her that could never be quelled stirred uneasily, threatening to spill out. How could her older brother allow such weakness in his pack!?! It was incomprehensible, but that did not stop her from watching further.

Slowly, the dark boy made it to the top, surprising his sister ever so slightly but not impressing her. She rose and stalked over as Abel went back down to try and go back up once more. "Suus 'non fun ludere fractis metus," (It's not fun to play with broken toys) she said, eyes flashing to Eden, whom she bore a close resemblance to and their relation by mother obvious. Her words dripped with poison more deadly than the serpents that lived in the marshes of iromar, completely sinister, there was nothing friendly or humorous about them. She did not joke. Her golden eyes returned to her litter mate, narrowing in distaste. Keturah did not like others, she either tolerated you or hated you, there was no in between.

With ease she climbed up behind Abel, lashing out with her teeth to bite at his rump, hoping to herd him up the sand quicker. Call it a cruel encouragement, to push him to his breaking point to see if he broke or kept going. She rushed to the top of the dune and stared down at him as he continued to struggle. "If you can't figure out how to move faster with the leg, maybe it would be better if we ripped it off," she growled, threatening what she had wanted to do for so very long. Fear could be a good motivator, and if it didn't do anything than this was all a fun game and she would in turn find enjoyment in watching him die because of his failures.

Until then, she would......"help" Eden with Abel. At the very least it could bond older brother to younger sister.

KETURAH; ZERO; SOULLESS; HEARTLESS; GLORALL; COVET X AVA