the descent to hell is easy

navarro x stella , eleven , no progeny

The world is an abyss - the sky darkened by twilight and without a moon. The fiery speckles of stars that remain are not enough to illuminate the darkness that swallows the land. And in this chasm of obscurity moves a silvery beast like no other. Bright rings of blue stand out amongst her gunmetal eyes as they flit to and fro, scouring the land for others as she jogs assuredly. She does not appear to be anything like the beasts of old, those self-made Demons of black and red. No, she was created to ignite in the crepuscule, daring anyone who sees her to call for challenge. Her sizeable figure is commanding in itself but her coat is even more impressive; a myriad of gray and gold brindle lain over a silver base, a golden crescent characterizing the fur around her left eye. The marks of a true demon - or so she had always been told.

She knew very little of her birth parents and had never given thought to ever finding out who they were either. If only they were around to see her now; they would marvel at how she is a near replica of her grandmother’s wicked finesse and a perfect representation of both sire and dam. She is unlike any of those who she was raised by and that is what had always alienated her. Demon, they shrieked and called at her until it had nearly become her name. Her adoptive mother’s kindness was quickly dismissed when they had found out just who Eclipse had been born from. The banded devils who had made their kingdom in the caves of Moladion so many years ago, only to abandon it when doomsday neared. They had easily made a name for themselves outside of the realm that was once home and any marked with the iconic brindle pattern were deemed demons. She had been the only one of her litter taken in by her sympathetic mother - the others were nowhere to be found at the time. Perhaps taken by another or killed upon sight for how they looked. She will never know the truth.

Her path continued to take her south of the crags as she moved rhythmically through the trees. The air became heavier and filled with the scent of salt as she grew unknowingly closer to the coastal pack of Glorall. Night creatures stirred and chirped in the inky blackness, a large splash sounding in the distant shallow waters of the river. She toes the line between the territory and the wild lands, the pungent scent of the alpha now filling the air. There is very little regard given for the territory line, her mind contesting the fact that a single scent should keep her from somewhere she wishes to go. Her very essence challenges anyone to question or stop her. She will see what the river wolves are made of on this night.