Time to welcome the devil's spawn

Destruction had never pictured herself in this type of situation when she arrived in alacritis. She?d figured she would have been recruited by some blood-thirsty alpha would needed remorseless killers and she would have been chosen and put to work right away. Much to her disappointment, that didn?t happen. It appeared Alacritis didn?t harbor blood-thirsty killers or if it did, she hadn?t met any of them yet. What a shame. Perhaps if she had she could?ve gone on a killing spree. Oh well. No use dwelling on the past.


The ivory male moved closer to her den of thorns, stopping just shy of the entrance, his voice moving past the obstacles before him to reach inside her den to her ears. She watched him quietly, assessing, observing, searching for any signs that would warn her that he was about to attack. Despite being a first time mother, the obsidian dame could feel a different kind of instincts stirring inside of her. The need to kill wasn?t dominant anymore, it wasn?t a driving force, a song singing in her veins. The need to kill was now replaced with the need to protect. She could feel the gentle pulse of Dillion beneath her and it was because of him that she could feel a shift inside of her. The little bundle at her paws was now the reason she was breathing. It was no longer to kill. To maim. To destroy. No, it was to protect him. The killer instincts were still there, they were just tucked away. She would only kill to defend her son were anyone to threaten his life. They would have to go through her before they could think of touching a single hair on his body.


The male?s voice broke her thoughts, ivory, crimson ringed jewels refocusing on his figure as he spoke, presenting himself as Odin. Odin. Destruction had never bothered with names before. The only names she had ever bothered memorizing had been the names of her fellow comrades. But since leaving her entente, the need for names had never really been big with her. Odin. She tucked the brute?s name away for later use, were she to run into him on a later date. She watched him for a moment, silent, as his dual colored eyes roamed down over Dillion, his vocals expressing his liking towards her child. His name is Dillion. And mine Destruction. That was how it was supposed to be like right? He said his name, then she said hers? The she-devil had never really had a proper conversation with anyone, excluding SwiftKill, Diabolitio and Oxia. Those all hadn?t ended very well.


She pushed her thoughts aside, focusing her attention on Odin, bending down for a moment to present a gentle lick to Dillion?s head, causing him to stir against her paws before raising her crown once more, gaze settled on Odin.


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