She knew so very little about this uncle. There was Samael and there was Razekiel, and both two extremes in each their ways. This relative was the one that puzzled her most though, for she had never seen him thirsty for wolfen blood when the rest of the clan was screaming for justice. In fact she thought she disliked that. Samael could never again be loved the way she had loved him the first time she had seen him and recognized him as kin, but he had been the creature most similar to her hopes and dreams when she had first come to this place. This man here lived in peace and smoked his heavy shit, and Halo’s nose twitched; overwhelmed by the stench. Not to say she was not getting used to it though, because the German brothers in the mansion had the same hobby and did not always care to keep the smoke stench from seeping under the door and out into the hall.
She found him incredibly odd as he opened his arms wide and spun around. Her large coyote ears took in his words, but she was not certain that she understood. His question was rude and her face hardened. Not because she was taken back that he even dared to ask, but because she did regret many things that had been allowed to happen in her short life. Good for him that he held no regrets, but Halo did not like that either. She was a cruel being and when she suffered she wished others to suffer with her. She did not wish for him to live a happy life as long as she could not. ”You do realize that you look stupid while living life your way, right?” Ah, how smooth and lovely her voice sounded. It contrasted the cruel words she spoke so well. He did not deserve it, but Halo was seldom fair. At least she was honest and spoke from her gut every now and then.