The man was now part of the dear pack in which Isardis had built himself. No, he had stolen the pack...tore the crown off a woman's head and called it his own. But...Aldoro didn't mind so much. About family. About love. None of it really mattered anymore. His heart had been squeezed and beat up so many times that nothing seemed to hurt anymore. Not even Six's death...nor his pups. His pups that didn't even get to see the world. They died within the womb of his dear wife- who was now up there with them. Watching over them. Someone would of had to watch them. But Aldoro cared less now. That was what such a cruel world could do to a sweetheart like him. Turn him into a simple monster...a black mass of nothing. Now he wished to fuck every woman he would get his arms around, and shed the blood of so many... It was funny...to think about the old days. When a little innocent woman with a cross design on her shoulder got stuck between rocks. When Ebony wasn't even created yet...he had helped her. Joked with her. Became friends with the little thing. When he could of just left her there...or killed her, then fucked her. So many things that he had just let slip from his paws. Why? Why couldn't he just...be normal? But crave satisfaction and blood bathes at the same time? Aldoro, himself, didn't know what he was. All he knew was that he changed. And he changed dramatically. Like how a pup grows into an adult...and how quickly the years seem to go by. And it was all her fault. The man would have definitely gone to the col again...but he felt the need to just walk. Walking was nice. And he didn't feel so sad and crazy when he did...he thought about his old life. His old happy self, so cheery and selfless. In the present, he could never remember such behavior. Always would that question pop into his head. "How could I have ever been so...innocent?" But it was practically wiped from his mind each time. And then he would instead...think about Six. Put an image in his mind to how his pups would of looked...how they would of shared they pair's looks and personalities. The thought of a little girl looking exactly like Six made him laugh...but it had always been something he wanted. A little girl. Aldoro finally arrived at a beautiful little lake clearing. The soft grass was pretty tall...and there was a lot of water. Pretty, blue water. It felt heart-warming to be at a place so heavenly...all alone. It reminded him of Firefly lake. When Six and him made beautiful love. That night he felt like the luckiest man alive...but also the stupidest. The thought made him giggle to himself slyly, before he made his way through the tall grass and to the edge of the lake. Slowly then would he lean back on his torso...just to glance down into the water and stare into his reflection. The man hadn't seen himself in a while now...and just the image of himself before him made his eyes water and leak. Speech

The babe was officaly a leader of her own pack. Niflheim. It had been keeping her busy, quite busy. It was the day after the shenanigans of the meeting. It was tiring, but she got a lot of sleep the previous night. But, the babe was taking a moment to relax after all the drama. She was already tired of her pack members, but they were her new family. Her subjects. They made her pack what it is, therefore she would deal with the drama unless it got out of hand. She had a feeling it would eventually but for now the Finnvi just wanted to relax. Therefore she ventured off to the Lake that was once Valhallan territory. The babe gave it up for it was to much land for such a small pack. Yet, as she ventured the scents were still slightly there, but a more fresh one caught here attention. A male. He smelled of the north. But, not Regium or Glaciem. The fae moved to investigate. Her head was held high and her ears perked as she slithered the mans way. But, as she broke from the trees, gaining way on the lake her eyes fell upon the ebony and alabaster boy. He sat in the clearing in the middle of the lake. Staring down at the water. The femme stood and observed him for a few moments before acting. Her horribly skin bodice sauntered to the edge of the lake, on the opposite of him. She stared at the oddly marked man, but she could not judge for she was quite oddly marked as well. Stripes of an ebony and red color slipped down her face. It was odd, but it was normal for her family for her father had similar markings. The Cannibal Queen stared at him some more before sitting down. Her tin tail slithered to her side, fluffing up next to her left hind leg. She would glance down to observe her skinny bodice. She was rejoiced. The vain girl looked beautiful. In her eyes the skinnier the better, but she did not look quite unhealthy. Just skinny enough to show her bones sort of. The babe looked back up to him before letting her illustrious vocals fill the mildly warm air. "Greetings, sir." The fae was formal. She was a Queen therefore she would give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Yet, she had another side only two others knew of. ""