misfit

B

anshee was painfully aware of how harsh the world could be. Fate ripped her away from her loved ones so early on. But, perhaps it was for the better. The babe was so young that she could live her more amiable and precious years of youth with someone who truly cared for her. Banshee felt more sad for the loss of her siblings. She really feared for how her two smaller and less confident siblings would fair in such a horrible world.

Deathbelle's response came quick and without flourish or flattery. Her aunt was a straightforward creature with little fluff. Banshee's mother had been a luxurious woman of many words and dramatics. Her father had been rather quiet but attentive in a way. So Belle was quite a different type of creature from what she was use to. With the response came the prospect of traveling. They could either go south where many packs and loners resided or they could venture to the desert. In the youth's mind the desert was home of only cruel things like Scorpions or Snakes. The idea of sand and the unrelenting sun boggled her mind. Banshee offered a skewed grimace at the thought and rushed to the opinion of the south being the better choice. "The desert sounds horrible." With a wrinkled nose Banshee moved towards the direction in which Belle looked when mention the south, "South is better. Maybe we can find Mordi and Recluse there." With a firm nod she offered a glance to her aunt.