There were a deep sigh and contentment at the sound of her brother's voice. She had always favored Ripper over her younger siblings and even many others she happened to have chance encounters with. “Brother. We must grow. Give in to our natures. We are not evil. We are survivors. What is the truth, brother?” Her question was one of a deep meaning. Not many would understand the depth but she knew the truth of words she needed something more. The truth of their existence. If those who looked at her and the dark beasts near and far as evil what was the use of good without a balance? It hissed within her mind and she flashed her fangs slightly as she drifted into a deeper conscious.
They like the soft world but it was nothing but a lie. Safe moments have an end perhaps it was their duty to end it. The sense of peace she felt with her brother though it left her to question it, a part of her understood well the fact they existed for a reason. They were survivors and if one was meant to die, to be killed? She couldn’t say. “Who are enemies. Who’s weakness…do we strike?” The question was laughed out like a hiss but it was some part go her nature that assured her there was a good start. Reaching her muzzle out she nipped at her brother's ears hoping to feel any fresh spot of flesh. As she had done so often in their lives this was perhaps a most affectionate gesture.
Speaking English.Speaking Coptic.