I knew it would not take her long to find me once she felt me calling for her, it was only a matter of how long my patience could hold out. She did not disappoint, and my masked sister comes into view with a smile plastered on her red and black lips. Waving my tri-colored banner above my hips as she inspects my form, I return her courtesy, checking to make sure she is still a sound companion. I cannot have weakness lingering about me like flies on a corpse, even Mother's weakness couldn't be tolerated much longer. A myriad of greens meet the teal and coal of my sister's eyes, smirking and returning the kisses of my twin.

I would give my mother her life to live, for now. I needed to be trained and hone my skills before I could ever hope to confront her. She is a warrior, though she was over powered by unnaturally skilled elders. I was not sure where we could go, perhaps I would scout around for someone with the best warriors in it. Or, I could simply practice with Gehenna. We were both unpredictable and strong, I know she is as capable of murder as I was, so it could work. I watch her, smirking with russet curtains, nipping at her cheek. I move off, working out which pack would be best to seek refuge in right now. We were nearing three, and would soon need to be in prime shape to ever hope to reach our goals. I needed my partner in all things to help me decide who would be responsible for honing the skills of the girls who would be responsible for Moladion's fall to chaos.