moonstone daydreams

There it was, Father's call for the brood to rally. What was it this time? She had been searching halfheartedly for a new place to take up residence, since her own spot had been stolen while she'd been mourning a death. Part of her wanted to challenge the leader of this new pack for the rights to that mountainside. She had pissed everywhere, and still nothing was sacred to him. The bastard.

Regardless, she was on her way. Large paws thumping across the terrain without a care for who heard. If they wanted a fight, they'd have one. Nothing could stop her. The north was cold as a witch's tits right now that an early season storm had blown in. Who was her father to summon her in this weather? An inconsiderate ass, for sure. Ebony ears flat against her skull, she narrowed her eyes against the blistering winds that were sweeping straight into her. Shit, this was the worst thing ever. The wraith had half a mind to kick the shit out of her sire for this one. Dammit, she was losing feeling in her paws for this! It had better be important!

By entering the Dreamer's Col, the mountains provided some shelter. The winds lessened, and the snow that was whipped around by it didn't feel like bullets in her sides. She paused to shake the infernal flakes from her dark pelt, and began to climb to the higher altitudes. Someone else had been traipsing all over the place here, too. Now, who could be here? It smelled like a woman, the closer she got. A big one, if the old tracks she found scattered around were any indication. Bigger than her and her siblings, without a doubt. Not quite the size of her father, of course. Her sides heaved with exertion as she ascended higher and higher, the slope becoming much steeper. Mammon's scent filled her nostrils very suddenly. Oh great, she was already here. Whining like a bitch, no doubt.

Finally, she saw them. Gathered around a cavern in the side of the mountains. Oh? Prowling closer, she found Mammon lounging near the mouth. Father was lurking near the entrance as well, with two children in tow. Oh great, more siblings? These two looked like him, without a doubt. They looked like.. Gabriel. "How in sweet fuck did you manage to get kids that look like your creepy incest crush?" She drawled cruelly, narrowing her eyes at her father. That was just weird, and no one could deny that. Not even Mammon. Boys didn't have babies, she knew that. And she had more uncles than aunts, as little as she knew about them, she was aware of that much. Was her father fucking his whole family tree now? Ew.

"I see you wasted no time making some replacements for Bel." Mammon snarled coldly. Oh boy, here we go. Crimson eyes rolled heavenwards. Man, did this have to happen every time she was around them? "I hope for their sake none of them look like you." At this one, the demon snorted. Okay, that one was funny. "Yeah dad, you're ugly. Don't wanna pass that on to your poor offspring- well, any more of them. It's too late for Levi and Mammon." She stuck her tongue out at her sister, knowing how much it would irk her.

"Does she know that if a single one of them bears your genes that they will be hunted, that they’re lives could be forfeit before they even have a chance to know why?" Sweet fuck, what a drama queen. Sathanus thought to herself, rolling her eyes again. The bitch sighed as loudly as she could, and found herself watching the two older pups frolic in the den. Inside, there was a rather large woman, nursing a few bundles of squirming fluff. She was out cold, no doubt exhausted from the strain of giving birth so recently. Note to self to keep her voice down.

"I don't think you need to worry, Mam. I mean, look at their parents! I'm sure they'll take out ol' Mikey with a swat of their paws when they're just a few weeks old!" She snarked, grinning from ear to ear. So, maybe she was trying to lighten the mood a bit. Sue her. Mammon was such a whiner, always making everything out to be the worst thing ever. "I could care less who you sleep with." Mammon had a lot to say, like always. Shit, would she ever shut up and just enjoy the birth of their new siblings? "But at this point I’d thought you’d be more careful with your seed… They don’t deserve the curse they carry." Blah blah blah, whine whine. "Who are you to tell your father what to do, sis? You're not exactly the prime example of using your pussy wisely." She sniped, tossing her gaze over her shoulder to shoot a raised eyebrow at her sister.

"I’ll help in any way you need. They are my siblings and that means I’ll protect them with all I have, if I have to." There, Mammon was making sense finally. Sathanus hummed affirmatively, turning around to face her father and sister finally. "Same here, I'll help out where you need me to. Just point me, and I'll shoot." She murmured, flopping down a few feet from the mouth of the cave. The rambunctious kids were still tussling, but they were being quiet, to their benefit.