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Midnight Massacre
October 2007
Luperci
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There was no doubt about the fact that Midnight was incredibly independent and absolutely adventurous. Therefore, when she'd woke up one morning to find her mother gone (as usual) and a rather frantic buzz about the family home, Midnight had been taken by a sense of excitement. The news of the trek that she and her siblings, by guidance of her father, had put the two month old pup in a giddy mood, and had leapt upon the sled eagerly, always the first to everything, being the more decisive child of Naxolone and Asphyxia, and certainly the most competitive.
Despite her angelic appearance, there was a clearly devious mindset to Midnight, who was always scheming and trying to think up new things to do that she perceived as "fun." She had been the source of much trouble for her two parents, for while she loved each of them dearly, Midnight had something of a motor-mouth and a desire to always be on the go. Fidgety, really.
Midnight was an attention seeker and without meaning to, she tended to aggravate many that she came across with her countless questions and accusations. Her mere curiosity was taken too far at times, never holding back from questions that might linger onto dangerous subjects, without any real sense of right and wrong at her young age, she always was getting into sticky situations and initiating arguments with her siblings. Midnight stuck out like a sore thumb, and not just because she was the only pure white child.
"I'm bored," she yawned, rolling over onto her back to nip at her brother's tale for what seemed to be the millionth time that trip. Toxic was the calmest of the bunch, he was the easiest child, by her standards, always knowing what to say and just how to say it. Garnet was kind of...well, boring. She never wanted to do anything fun, and it troubled Midnight, who was consequently not the closest with her sister. Staring out into the sea of white that matched her perfectly, she wondered what it would be like to get lost in it, would she ever be found? And as the sled came to a halt, she looked up at her father from the crook in his leg, with those famous, crimson eyes and smiled.
And it was then that another arrived, creeping up upon them, going unnoticed by Midnight until he was just beside them. Strangely, the first things she noticed were his eyes, which were just like she and her family's. The new arrival was cruel, and Midnight immediately felt distaste for him. "Screw around?" she inquired, "We just here for our motha," she offered, matter-of-factly.
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