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Posted on May 20, 2020 at 02:00:28 AM by sorath
 Make 'em bow, one by, one by one... The encounter with the wannabe Angel left a bitter taste in her mouth. It would seem that as much as Demons had flourished here it was the Angels that left a significant mark. She would have to ask Ruby about the remaining culture and the resurgence of murderous heathens that should be scorched from the earth in Sorath's opinion. The cool autumn breeze wove it's fingers through her thickening fur and she could feel her muscles relaxing as she trotted through the thick grasses and the easy currents of the river calmed her down. A nose to the ground relayed a large amount of scents but there was a particular individual that she was searching out. The whispers of other wolves had said that "The Darkness" had returned. Such names were reserved to Demons where she had been from. The Hellridge now searched out for a mature male, and when she caught a possible scent she picked up her pace while keeping her bright blue eyes fixed to the world around her. When she reached a small grove of pines she slowed down and then she quietly stood her ground. Her tail arched over her haunches, a flag of confidence even in her youthful age. Sorath had a lot to learn but her heritage would force her to fake it till she made it. She inhales one more time before a soft howl escapes her lips, summoning forth whoever it was that they called The Darkness for her oceanic eyes to gaze upon. The yearling Hellridge was unafraid, but cautious, her muscles tensed and ready to bolt should the need arise. She mutters quietly to herself, "Ego non timentes ullam perturbationem; ego non timentes ullam perturbationem.." (I am not afraid of anything; I am not afraid of anything) A silent prayer to the ancestors in Hell that would protector. To her mother. To her father. To her Grandmother and Grandfather. ...you should see me in a crown
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