The gun was thrown in under her bed. There was no remorse in the young woman’s heart. For the first time since she had been stolen away from her mother’s loving embrace she had met someone connected to her by blood. Halo had met her older half-sister. Mew had an ivory fur with hints of gray just like Colibri Soul. Although her unstable mentality had slowly started to let go of the unreasonable rage that could flare up for no reason at all, she was still not in mental balance. Chaos had been introduced to her a few months back and more had come rambling into the door to join in. Within Halo’s mind ruled turmoil. It was amazing how tranquil her outer features were though. There was no blood on her hands. Her large ruby orbs glittered with false innocence in a face that could not be called anything less than beautiful. She knew that her beauty was mostly skin deep, but she was improving. The world was not her to play with, she had realized this. She had been caught, chewed and spitted out and learned her lesson well. Instead of curling into a pathetic ball and lost her courage, Halo had acted. She had greater respect for the creatures that lived in her world, but her main quest was simply to make sure she would be more dangerous than her co-beings. It would take time and dedication, but she had already cut an adult wolf up good and she had shot a hole in Haku Soul’s sister’s head.
The girl was dancing down the stairs as she started to notice the new scent that she somehow had managed to avoid until now. Perhaps she had assumed it was Cotl’s, but this was definitely different and less burdened by Inferni’s smoke and salt. It was clear that it was a close family member. Just like Halo could sense her own blood in others she could sense the genes that tied other family members together. She was unarmed – had left both swords and guns in her room, for there was no reason for her to fear her fellow Inferni members unless it was Samael Lykoi. Thinking of her devilish uncle caused discomfort to touch her, but she handled the weight of his doings better than previously. Kaena was right. Time healed invisible wounds – she just needed to let time mend them. She lightly stepped along the hallway towards the room where Cotl lived; curious of whom this new scent belonged to. Despite her dark expectations she had found that she rather enjoyed Cotl’s presence, so hopefully he wouldn’t think she was too nosy.