Looks were never a big deal to her. If she had to look for a mate or some male to have a companionship with exterior appearance wasn’t that important. After all she didn’t care how she looked. She knew well enough that she was not an ideal looker for anyone and part of the male psyche needed that exterior attraction and she lacked that entirely. What she required for the candidate was if they could handle her ever changing temperament. She was a bitter creature incapable of trusting others fully. She would rather snap someone’s ear off than be stuck in conversation with someone she didn’t like. Being in a group like this was just setting off those mental alarms, ringing in the back of her ear, telling her that being with a group of pack and loner wolves wasn’t safe, especially during the winter. Yet when she was about to get ready to leave she caught the stench of fear coming from Chael. When a bitter lone wolf smelt fear it only made her distorted mind go into a frenzy. She hated that scent. As a loner, being around wolves that were afraid of something made them a hindrance to her survival, if there was a threat nearby causing a wolf to be afraid, then that meant that she had to run away and leave them to their doom for whatever predator was out there. Indeed, she lived only to save her own skin. Malicious sapphire eyes glared at the one responsible for unleashing such a disgusting odor. As he admitted that he was not an Angel, the very mention of Demons made her scoff in disgust. Clearly everyone here believed in things just, don’t exist. Growling softly in disgust her mordant tone flowed harshly how between her sharp ivories.

“Angels and Demons…so Demons actually exist? Clearly I have stumbled upon lands that believe in fairy tales. This is no such thing, you all merely call yourselves this because you like the name, right?”

Please let that be the case. Please affirm that she thinks everyone here that calls themselves an Angel or a Demon is merely a title and not a supernatural creature that came from above or below. Ignoring the others in the group she was about to get ready to walk away until he made an even more asinine comment. Her tattered ear twitched as her auids laced tightly against her ebony skull. How dare he assume that she was allowed to be tied to someone without her permission? She was allowed to do whatever she pleased. No one had control over her. Although really, she needed that guidance, but she’d never admit such a thing. Her pride was just too much for her and she was ready to tear this boy limb from limb if he thought he had any sort of connection to her. He was weak. She would not be tied down to someone that was nothing but dirt underneath her massive paws. Ebony fur bristled as hackles rose in a challenging way. If he wanted to be attached he would have to deserve it after a fight. She stalked towards him, slowly, those muscles rippled underneath her obsidian fur. Her voice was much lower than before as a deep snarl echoed after it.

“Attachment of souls? So, what, you see me and then all of a sudden I’m supposed to be attached to the likes of you. You are insane right? Attachment of souls, I have never heard such a preposterous thing in my life…oh wait, yes I have- wolves that truly believe they are Angelic or Demonic.”

She would stop right in front of him only allowing inches of space between the two. Her head raised high, ignoring the fact he was an inch above her. Sapphire eyes glared into his azul eyes, fully angry at him. She was having such a hard time trying to control whatever dark feelings were twisting around in her feral mind. Standing so close to him she couldn’t understand why a part of her was accepting this and why the other side wanted to tear him up. Those light urges, the desire to have something good like a family or having her own pup was started to appear in her inner eye. Not once in her lifetime did she have the desire of such things, those things were forbidden to think about. Why hurt herself on dreaming of such things when she knew they were impossible for her to have. But when she thought of plans of how best to rip his throat out, she felt something inside her digging into her heart telling her she could do no such thing to him. To the others around him, yes, but to him alone- she could not. She did not like these torn and twisted emotions and she knew it was all his fault for making her feel this way, august and irate.

“A wolf that is a Demon, yet not a Demon…what are you anyways to them? A punching bag…the stench of fear and weakness is strong on you. Why should I have to be stuck with the likes of you.”

She being to him? A wolf that held no sort of strong back bone like her. A wolf that was incapable of being anything like her. The Fates must surely be having a good laugh at this. The bitter Monster ending up with a lowly creature. If there was anything she needed, it was someone that could truly be her companion, someone that could match her strength equally, mind her ill temperament, and keep her from destroying others, but mostly, someone that could actually tear down those cold walls, break through her barrier of self-inflicted hate and see just what sort of wolf she could have been, if she wasn’t casted aside like dirt. Not once in her long miserable life did everyone see her in a positive light, much less attempt to even try to care or attempt to understand her. She was cursed, her parents and pack said so, and truly the girl believed it and accepted her fate as being a lonely Monster. Oh, but even the cruelest of Monsters needed that companion in their life.