Demi blissfully hummed along as she strolled along the grounds of their *great endeavor*. So far the little goddess wasn’t sure what to make of it, or whether it would be worth anything but as far as she knew… None of the other packs around here would allow her to practice her more questionable arts without some form of punishment. Good with the bad she thought absently. Today she was sober, clear mind and head. This along with the clothes she had found in Halifax meant she was experimenting yet again, which outfits got the most eyebrows. Normally she didn’t wear clothing at all. Like her natural coloring to much to hide it under garments but today she had decided to wear a dress. This dress was simple enough, had flowers on it and clearly meant for summer months but to her it was enough. Anymore and she’d rip it to shreds.
The mad doctor finally picked up on a scent as her ears flicked with interest. Maybe someone who wasn’t in the pack, maybe a new play toy to claim. A smirk crossed her lips but left as she identified it as her mother and the weakling little boy she had watched the day she had arrived. A hand reached up to scratch her temple for a moment before framing her jaw in thought. If only he wasn’t Nani’s son, she would have played with him, could have either really taken his mental state right off the cliff or helped him. Demi wasn’t quite sure which option would have been more fun but it didn’t really matter as she shook her head in disgust. No for now she would have to play nice with the newer people, not let them get a look at her darker side. Much easier to hide the foul thoughts that danced across her mind when people thought of her as a crazy/gentle genius, then again she was the pack healer. For a moment a terrible little thought cooed through her head, oh to heal him she thought, could be fun.
So her small little petite feet carried her toward the small gathering. The strides she made slow and deliberate as her form walked up on the three of them? Demi hadn’t noticed another with mother until now, was it her new brother? Oh how fun this might be, maybe he’d grow up like Ouija, big and strong and fun to team up with. The games Ouija and her had played out on any helpless soul where nothing but despicable, and she had enjoyed every little second of it. The thoughts of all those past nights sent a chill through her body, as her body responded to such pleasurable memories. But as quickly as she allowed herself the privilege she stopped before walking up to her mother. Selene had been pregnant back in the old pack, she knew this, but with everything that had happened she hadn’t been able to see her new brother.
“Is this my new brother?” she asked as she sat down next to her mother.
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