She had been distraught since she had to deal with all these retarded wolves-dogs that had been living in the cult of Anathema now. She hated them, and she wanted to do bad things to them. Since she had not been able to hurt them the way she wanted to (she had been able to throw rocks at one of them) she decided to take her frustration out on Daisuke. He took the torture with stride though, for the boy as a masochist and he liked it. She wanted to cut open Alaki as well as that stupid little boy, Gunnar. She drew long lines across the masochists' chest and then found that she should talk to the Angela about her lackeys whom were rude as hell, and how she had a problem with the Angela letting such rude, incompetent, ugly as sin, little bastards into her pack, into HER pack. Anathema was supposed to be a sacred cult, not just some place for all the rejects were supposed to go. She scoffed and lifted herself off of the golden man's chest. ”Clean yourself up. Also, clean up the den, it's dirty again.” she spoke, finding her den to be dirty and unfit for her presence, when really, there was not much to clean up. Daisuke nodded his head and smiled at the woman before he had gotten up and moved away to do what he was told. While he was doing that, Esmeralda left her den to seek her mother's presence.
She moved gracefully over the rock terrain her tail swaying from side to side as she moved through the hallways and to the Angela's room. She entered the den, not really announcing her presence until she was in the woman's main chamber in her den. ”Mommma!” she whined at her adopted mother. She probably shouldn't have been so rash in coming into the woman's den without asking since she was considered an adult by now, but she did, and she didn't regret it, not right away at least. If her mother was still her mother, she'd be glad to see her in her mind. Esme had also heard that she had little siblings that weren't really of her blood. She almost wished that they were of her blood so they could be royal and beautiful like she and her brother and sister was (more so her brother than sister, Esme found the girl to be an outcast in their family) but she was not lucky to have that. Apparently, in short, her adoptive mother was a whore, and she held no love for her father. It's not like Esme had much room to talk but still. ”How are the little ones? Can I see them? Pleeeeeeease?”
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