Perhaps it was a blessing that the demented creature was quite adaptable. She was a creature that was accepting of change, but possessed no ability to understand the concept of time. She knew when the fiery orb in the sky was up and when it would leave. She knew that at night a silvery orb would arise and its shape would change, from not being seen to slowly developing a body and reaching its maximum shape, and then the size diminish into nothing once more. It was strange and perplexing at first, but after a while, she grew accustomed to it. Sometimes the winds were rough, other times the rain would fall from the sky and the sounds of the sky roaring and ripping itself apart would occur. Though rain was not the only thing that fell from the sky/ No – something white could fall too. Snow. It was cold. It was soft and yet firm. It was white. It was blinding when the fiery orb in the sky caused the snow to glisten, its brightness making it difficult to see at times. It would stick to the pads of her feet and along some of her legs. She could not hide from her prey as easy as she could in the other seasons. Snow was deemed an acceptable thing in her young life. It was not bad and it was not good. It simply was here and she learned to grow adaptable to it.

Today though her focus was not upon the snow, but rather her troubled thoughts stringing together, colliding about, as she tried to put together the pieces to help her understand. As she grew within her first year of life she noticed how she was different from her Brother and from the other wolves within the fields. Her mind had moments of clarity, allowing her to focus and understand her surroundings. However, those moments were few, but she was grateful for it. Her dark mind twisted and turned as she threw herself to the welcoming embrace of her instincts, finding it is much easier for her to function of she subjected herself to their call. But Provider, no Mother, no...Provider – Provider would constantly correct her. Forcing her to hold tightly to sanity, teaching her to speak properly in two complete different languages. She had good days and bad days, but the young wolf was determined to make sense. She knew she was different and she didn’t want to be. Brother understood, Brother didn’t mind how she spoke or acted, neither did the she-wolf of Red and White. The Protector didn’t care if she could speak so long as she stayed away from him when her presence was not wanted she felt okay – it was Provider that challenged her...and maybe it was for the best, but she didn’t know that. One day her unique nature will become her downfall or her accession – only time would tell, but of course, she did not know that.

Dark paws carried her shadowy frame over the soft white snow. Being alone wasn’t always such a bad thing. Brother did not care for the snow and felt he needed to stay within the lair and sleep to stay warm. Nevermore didn’t feel like staying indoors, especially since Provider smelled bad with the odd plants the she-wolf with the bobtail would bring. She did understand how her Provider got injured, and with this knowledge it pushed her into the light of understanding – that others would take things from others. Nevermore did not own anyone or anything, but through the Provider and Protector, she – like Brother – held some sort of right upon these lands. Instincts wrapped around this very thought and as she began to put the pieces together coming so close to understanding it was destroyed the moment she noticed an unknown wolf playing in the snow. Cautiously the child of two Monsters stalked closer towards the other as it simply stood allowing the white stuff to fall on her. Raising her dial slightly she caught a whiff of the scent, it did not belong here, it did not carry the scent of Protecor and Provider and this alarmed her. Nevermore recalled a moment when Protector and Provider brought home a small pup, like herself and Brother, and it did not smell of Protector and Provider and so...they killed it. She had watched her parents eat a small one like her and Nevermore did not want that to happen to this wolf that did not smell like herself or Brother...or did she?

With a muffled bark to announce her presence, her short legs propelled her forward, through the heavy fallen snow. Her frame would sink in closer to the ground as she attempted to get closer to the unknown wolf. Bright sickly hued emerald eyes observed the other carefully, taking note if there was any weakness, her mind already starting to react in an instinctual manner. Weakness was bad. Weakness must be destroyed, this phrase she remembers somewhere, and this phrase would determine the choice Nevermore would make upon the girl – Nevermore’s first real taste of power. But first she must be tested to see if this she-wolf needed to be taken to Provider and Protector. So, a devious plan began to form in her mind, she may hold more similarities to her infamous Father, but she was blessed with sharp wit by her Mother. Her gargled voice slipped between her black lips as her voice held a high-pitched warning, her voice still light and developing.

“Yooooouuu noooottttt heeeeeerrreeeeee. Yoooouuuuu issssssss tresssspaasseeeerrr.”

Jaded orbs, touched with a soft sapphire hue, would widen in a friendly manner. Ducking her head down as if she were telling a secret her broken words would subtly become clear as she whispered to the other pup, her eyes darting around to look for others, as her silvery framed banner, dipped at the end with ebony, waved side to side in a friendly manner, as her eyes flashed towards the other once more.

“Can...keep...you...safe...”