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Mandatory thoughts continued to drive her mad, and helped maintaining her usual, foul mood. Once she had wondered why she was lonely, but she had quickly learned the reasons why during her stay here. Arrogance did not go well with her angry personality, and made Halo Lykoi a foul creature to be around. This she had accepted, and this was how it would continue to be. She could of course not match a certain warrior of Inferni, and the silent respect for Hybrid had remained even if she had stepped on his head and reached a higher position in the hierarchy. He was one of the few that seemed to understand the world as she did.
Hues matching that of freshly drawn blood were drawn toward the intriguing sound cutting through the usual noise of nature dancing to the breeze and the birds’ song. An intruder was heading towards the dear home. This was nothing new, for members of Inferni often took the liberty to claim a spot for themselves in the great mansion before they decided they were too soft and weak to be a part of this magnificent clan. Slightly parted lips revealed white fangs as she without a sound stalked through the peaceful forest, staying down-wind so not to attract any attention until she desired to make her presence known.
When her eyes found the young target, she decided that she didn’t know this creature. However, the familiar scent was enough to keep her hackles from rising, though that was as far as it went. The child tumbled and fell on the green forest floor, and an oversized hybrid ear leaned back against dark auburn locks in silent revulsion for this pathetic creature. She wondered if it was in her to ever love any child. Her love for her own son had been crippled, and now she had only reason to loathe the rape child that had come from her womb. So sad, but true.
”Where are you going, child?” her melodic tones wondered, quivering with soft warmth that did not match her cool demeanour the slightest. She stalked forth from the underbrush, allowing ruby lit eyes to continue their investigation of a familiar fur, though she did not think she had seen this child before.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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