I do not pay attention to what the pups are doing. Obsidian and Ruby are doing their own thing while my Lethe is by my side. She is different, a new soul in this world, unlike the other two. Obsidian and Ruby are not to be trusted, but I must protect them at the least. I am aware of what Obsidian is doing as I pace, uncaring to the fact that the stomps a frog or toad or whatever to death. Obsidian always loved death, yes, death, he is death, the killer and nothing of it all, and Ruby is the blood.

When the dark male approached with a younger pup my yellow eyes flash towards him. I pause, the hairs on my back spiking. He says to my Obsidian that the frog is poisonous and my eyes narrow at him. I have never spoken of poisons to my pups and they know not what the word means, but I do. I am also from Iromar and I know what he says is not true. Liar. He is a liar. There is much darkness in him as I look to him and his lies.

”You lie. Lie, lie, lie,” I say, a single fang protruding from my lips as he asks what I am here for. ”MINE,”I yell out possessively with a small, but harmless leap forward. ”They are MINE,” I say with a bit of natural viciousness in my voice. My eyes direct towards the young pup now as he steps to the side of Thorne. My head suddenly pulls back as I breath in sharply. ”Aithne,” I say gently. ”Aithne, no, Aithne is dead, no, dead, I had her skull, yes, gave to Aster, yes, Aithne, gone, but not gone, she is here, but not here,” I mutter, my head tilting slightly as I begin to pace back and forth again. ”Of Aithne, yes, but not Aithne,” I say, my eyes flaring up back to Thorne.

”Bones, bones, bones, Aithne is dead, but not here, no, the bones of many here, yes, yes. Andras, ah, bone throne...where he is now, yes, and Lilith, she tells me, she is still here, dead, as bones. I am here to show the bones my children,” I say, all the words coming together and making sense in my own head as I nod along, the occasional twitch of my head or eye as I speak to the end. My eyes trail off to look at nothing as I speak, but once I am done I look back to Thorne and the pup.

”He is NOT yours,” I say suddenly with a rather intense energy, looking from the pup to Thorne with wide, crazed yellow eyes. The voice of Lilith invades my mind, a voice of caution this time, a loving caution and I close my eyes and shake my head. He is not like Eden, he is something different, lies, but more forward lies, readable lies, Eden lies but tries to hide his lies, and my mind is trying to put the pieces together in the next moments here at the border.



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