I am the hand of God. I am the dark messiah. I am the vengeful one.
Something was wrong. Yes, yes. Something was very wrong. This Spring was supposed to bring new life, but for some reason it didn’t seem like it. Protector and Provider did not look the same. They looked different. She could tell that in the way they walked it wasn’t sharp. Every now and then she watched them trip over their own paws. It angered her. It angered her to see that the two beings that created her were suddenly becoming pathetic and weak. It was wrong. She hated it. Brother and Pretty Rhett told her that it was okay. That it was not their fault. It was natural, it was supposed to be accepted. They said that even one day she herself would be like them, would be too old, too weak. Nevermore vowed she would never be like that. Never.
Even though she was Alpha she followed the orders that Provider would tell her. After all even though she was weak, she knew, she was always to be obeyed. Venomous emerald eyes scanned the area along the border for the male that did not belong here and did belong here. She knows what is to happen. She knows and yet she is not bothered by it at all. She needed time, more time, to see, to learn, and she could no longer do that here. Quietly she walked beside the Monster, keeping her pace matched to her own. Even though Provider was weak her nose appeared to be good, because she caught the scent of the unfamiliar male coming off the winds, and she followed it eagerly. She saw the male and immediately those protective instincts came in all at once. She moves with purpose, and yet like the Provider, she did not walk as if she was a Queen. For such a young girl there was power that was clearly seen with each step she took. When she came closer she sat down, both ears pricked forward, her cold voice rasped out slowly.
“Prince is here, Prrrriiiinnnncccceeeee.”