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I am the hand of God. I am the dark messiah. I am the vengeful one.

Silently big black paws carry that shadowy figure slowly through the entrance of the cave where the Provider and the Protector slumber. The tomb they live in was not only comforting, but stifling as well. Reptilian emerald orbs that fade into the icy sapphire tint seemed to glow within the darkness as the shadowy angel of death moves carefully through the entry way. Her small form carrying a rather tall shadow along the floor of the cave as she makes her way to the creature that was close to the Provider. Both Provider and Protector had gone through the night to hunt together the taste of blood was upon the air and that crimson liquid was like a beacon. Though too young she would not understand why the scent seemed so tantalizing. When the sun was first beginning to rise and the Alphas of Asteraia were curled next to one another, already fading into a deep slumber, she had crawled and ventured out on her own. A few ways from the cave laid a dead carcass that had been devoured and that dark twisted mind turned at the idea that this...thing...would be theirs. She just needed her Brother to come help her with it, to claim it and keep it away from the...others.

Twinkling eyes narrowed in on the lighter color sibling dismayed that he would still be sleeping. This simply will not do and so she would correct the problem, as she would when she got older, her Bother just was her practice dummy. Carefully she would contort her body around and over the leg of the Provider as she forced her small chest into her sleeping brother. Quickly her nose would begin to stab him anywhere there was his light silvery fur, each poke harder than the next, as her thick charcoal fur was raised. It was when she saw one of his emerald orbs open did she continue with her assault, mindful that if she would wake the Provider and Protector she would be punished, and this morning she did not wish for sharp teeth to sink into her flank. Dark tiny ears twitched at the sound of the puppy hiss as she watched his jaws open and bare his teeth at her. This is she will not tolerate by nature she is dominant and she will not back away from anyone. Opening her jaws to show her own baby teeth did a soft rumble begin in her chest, that puppyish growl sounded terrifying to her, and to others it may sound...adorable. Swiftly she snaps near his muzzle using her actions rather than words to cease him from saying the vile word ‘no.’ She does not like words and she wishes him to remain silent because both Provider and Protector are growling low the first warning sign before they wake up.

Swiftly she moves away from her brother as he struggles to lift himself up leaving him to fend for himself should their parents awake. A hissing noise slithered from her jaws as she felt his milk teeth teach for the tip of her black tail and once she felt his grip loosen, she smacks her tail in his face, as she continued to run out into the open. The dark little girl bounds away from her Brother as her massive paws suddenly slam into one another and she topples over into the ground as he passes her and heads for the tree. How dare her paws force her to fall down! Releasing that puppy growl in irritation she snaps her milk teeth into each forepaw warning them that their disobedience would not be tolerated. Managing to lift herself off the ground her small form shakes off the loose dirt as she bounds to the silvery form of her brother disobeying his orders. He does not make the demands. She does and it would be best if he listened to her...or else. Once more that familiar threatening growl, though truly it sounds adorable and harmless to others, can be heard as the shadowy she-wolf puffs out her chest and lifts her tail above her as she begins to poke him again with her muzzle. She does not want him to lie down any longer. He needs to come with her and see what she had found. Her small cold voice held a determined, and yet squeaky tone, as she ordered him to do as she says.

“Come. You need to see...I found something you will like.”

Because every demented puppy from the Demon King wants to share Death.


Sister to Gunsynd, Half-Sister of Raven, Lonhro, Singe, Riven, and Sier
Born to Haunt Asteraia, Of Tobias and Tick Tock
.nevermore.
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