Not One Of Us (Imperialis Family)

Ashmedai still hung in the Orchard even though his alcoholic tenancies had waned. He hadn't quite had the chance to get bored yet and so he hadn't turned to running around and causing trouble yet. Soon, though. Very soon. He was feeling the smallest itch beginning to ebb at the back of his mind.

Fortunately for him, his father was calling, pulling his mind away from the tiny litty itty bitty troublesome itch starting. With an almost annoying amount of bounce in his step, Ashmedai followed the calling to the area. There was a Chaos and a ooh-so-sparkly wolf.

He thought about making a joke, but this sounded like Serious Business (copyright and trademark, please and thank you) and Ash was in no way ready to get his face chewed this early in his day. Instead, he settled for sitting, tongue lolling out the side of his maw as he took in the crisp air.