Bloodstains, ball gowns;;
01-10-2018, 09:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-10-2018, 02:40 PM by Dea.)
They had finally made it back, and rather than being relieved to see that his wife and daughters returned to him in somewhat good condition, the demonic king had instantly decided berrating and belittling her mother for leaving was the best route. Dea adored her father, but sometimes he was too harsh for words. She was more concerned for her mother and so was her sister Zeivah, but they knew better than to stand in the way. To defy him was to risk dying, and Dea was not yet ready for testing her father in the least. Angry, and hurt beyond recognition at her father's less than pleasant reception of her, Dea moved back out and away from the wreckage of their new home. Mother had told her that she and her father had lived there once, but they angered a near by pack and had to leave while Mother carried Dea and her siblings inside her. As a result, the girl was curious about what might have held their interest for so long.
She would always be a creature of great curiosity, how else would she learn more? Pink colored eyes scan the terrain surrounding the hulking metal wreck of their palace, dark-coated ears swiveling about on her head as she caught the sounds of snowbirds and waterfowl from a distance. It was still solid white where they lived and cold as hell, but she didn't mind it. The wind snatched at her coat, but she was still close enough to the entrance that she could call for help if she needed. Not that she would, even at only a year old, she was taller than her mother and almost her father's height! She could take on the world if she wanted to, reason told her it was a bad idea though. Something sunk in her chest, making her feel heavy with dread, though she thought it might only be the worry for how her mother was being handled.
She kept her senses on full alert as she moved over the icy terrain of her home, sniffing around and trying to pass the time with thoughts of anything that wasn't directly involving her parents. Maybe she would get lucky and something would come along to distract her.
She would always be a creature of great curiosity, how else would she learn more? Pink colored eyes scan the terrain surrounding the hulking metal wreck of their palace, dark-coated ears swiveling about on her head as she caught the sounds of snowbirds and waterfowl from a distance. It was still solid white where they lived and cold as hell, but she didn't mind it. The wind snatched at her coat, but she was still close enough to the entrance that she could call for help if she needed. Not that she would, even at only a year old, she was taller than her mother and almost her father's height! She could take on the world if she wanted to, reason told her it was a bad idea though. Something sunk in her chest, making her feel heavy with dread, though she thought it might only be the worry for how her mother was being handled.
She kept her senses on full alert as she moved over the icy terrain of her home, sniffing around and trying to pass the time with thoughts of anything that wasn't directly involving her parents. Maybe she would get lucky and something would come along to distract her.
"Talk." "You." Think.