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She is interested. She does not know about auras. Provider never said this particular word before. This was different. This was special. She would know what Provider does not. Perhaps the bob-tailed wolf had her uses. Yes. Everyone must have a use. Weakness would not be tolerated. She had observed her Mother go off and meet with other members, spend time with them, and this she thinks is a good thing. Brother helps her understand the world around her. Brother taught her colors. She likes colors. They are vibrant, they are pretty, and some can be awfully distracting...especially things that are shiny. She stares intently at the woman, those crazed emerald eyes, holding some sort of secret within them, that crafty mind of hers twisting and turning. She may be so much like her Father, carrying his traits and exposing them more often, but she was her Mother’s child – and these traits were dangerously hidden. Softly her gargled voice and broken speech comes out slowly, as she asks the bob-tailed wolf to explain.
“Yes....I want to...learn. What is...spirit like...what is mine...like?”
If she knows this secret, perhaps then, she can learn other people’s secret. Maybe Brother will find this as fascinating as she does. But any thoughts of spirit begins to disappear the moment she sees the bright glittery colors from the scales of the fish that shine, the moment it is flung to her. Excitedly her tail sways side to side in a happy manner, happy to smack the fish, pleased to be entertained. She is a puppy, she wants nothing but fun in her life. She is a creature that does not realize that one day she will become something oh so very different. She is the child of the True Demon. No other wolf can claim to be just as she. Other wolves can pretend, but they will be false dark idols. No, she is far too authentic, her blood has been mixed with only the most dominant of wolves – there was no weakness within her veins. She is the ultimate perfect wolf, and she was not alone to be considered perfection, the other wolves that were allowed to hold this title were Protector, Provider, Brother, Lonhro, Singe, and Riven. No others were perfect specimen to personify Death. Yet she does not know this, not yet, but she is learning...so very slowly, and one day she will know. Or perhaps not...it would be even more dangerous if she was a wolf that did not realize just what kind of destruction she could bring to all.
She was a wolf bound by her instincts alone. Dominance and blood persuaded her young mind to believe that all, but her family were below her, and that no other could be at equal footing with herself, or those that share her blood. Though Nevermore is not concerned of such things, because she does not know it, but she will one day – but today was not that day. Instead she is like any other purely innocent pup. She wants to play and she is doing so now. Readily she waits for the bob-tailed wolf to provide her a shiny fish, and seeing it fly in the air, her black paws scamper towards the slimy creature, quickly leaping in the air and smacking it back towards the water. As this process unfolds a few more times Nevermore succumbs to what all puppies do eventually, when they run out of energy, she begins to tire. Lying herself down on the ground her pink tongue rolls out from her black lips, her tail still swaying side to side, quite happy.
“This...was...fun.”