She knows and she does not know. She sees, but she does not see. She hears and she does not hear. She knows she is different, always she knew she was ever since she could remember being much smaller. She is an enigma and she knows this word, but at the same time she forgets it wondering what it means in the first place. She belongs to Protector and Provider, they are different like her and not so very different at the same. Yet even though she knows she belongs to them she is becoming more aware that one day she will belong to no one. She is possessive, a trait she greatly shares with the Asteraia leaders, and one day all that dwell within the fields would be her own possessions. It had taken awhile, but with the help of her Pretty Rhett, Protector, and Brother, Nevermore slowly came to the realization that who she thought she was, was only a little bit of what she would become. She is clever, even if she doesn’t act like it, but her silence and keenly ability to be seen and unseen gives her the advantage that most may not understand or recognize. She knows Asteraia like the back of her paw and she knows each of the wolves that dwell within the fields. They will be hers and slowly her brain shifts and morphs to this acceptance, partly knowing and unknowing what her role would become.

Nevermore moves quietly through the fields. She was quite a stunning creature to behold. Long ebony legs propelled her charcoal lean frame easily through the fields, the sunlight causing the grey within her fur to glisten and shine. She hated the sun. Hated it entirely, but she knew she had to come out, and so, she comes out before the sun can reach its highest peek. Villainous emerald eyes shift to the left and right as she walks, her dial raised proudly, her sleek banner swaying side to side in a leisure manner. Her thoughts bounced back and forth within her mind, snippets of lessons from Provider come to the forefront of her mind, teaching her that her presence was necessary to be viewed by all inside and outside of Moladion. Pretty Rhett’s words begin to slip through her mind as she inwardly grins, hearing him praise her in her attempt to speak far better than before. She understands more and she doesn’t understand sometimes, her words still broken and yet far better than they had been. Today she is content to move around and inspect the lands, looking for someone to talk to and not looking for someone at all. Solitude comforted her and yet today she was interested in something at least, to pass the time until she would hide from the blazing and uncomfortable sun.