Kings and queens

Demise had entered this new land quietly, having come into the bay between Auster and Boreas from the west, she had come ashore on the fabled shimmering coastline of Auster. Utterly delighted and proud of herself beyond measure, the dark being had spent hours on the beach, watching the surf light up as the waves crashed and ebbed on and off the beach. Lavender eyes had lit up momentarily as they had as a pup, though a storm threatened to end the fun for her. The one day queen set off then for the reaches of the stone structure to the northeast of her. Dark limbs carried her easily over the terrain, and as soon as her paws kissed the stones of the palace, she felt everything shift in her. Though the scent of a pack still lingered, it was stale, old, the place had been vacated.

A couple of days had passed since her arrival, Demise had mostly stuck to the castle and the garden just east of its walls. It would be hers, she had decided the second she had arrived in the stone halls and laid her eyes on the ivy-covered throne. This would be where she brought the Mortalis family. This would be where she would rule her kingdom. Her idealizations were interrupted when the sound of paws on earth and the strong scent of male entered her nostrils from the main halls of the castle. With a deep, barely audible, growl and a quick rise to her feet, Demise went to greet the stranger at her newly claimed home. Her entrance in the darkened hall was silent, and the darkness of her pelt allowed her to remain hidden as the male took to the platform and laid himself upon it. Demi could tell the male was enjoying himself, possibly imagining what life would have been like for the inhabitants of this palace. Under normal circumstances, the dire queenling may have understood his intrusion, after all she had yet to mark this place as her own. Tonight, however, as the nearly-full moon rose overhead, Demise felt a little confrontational.

Sliding from her place in the shadows just behind the dark male, Demise appeared in a ray of moonlight as though she had simply come from the air. While the male was large in his own right, the demon was a full hand larger, and in ill-temper thanks to his unknowing intrusion. “You seem to be enjoying yourself." She spoke for what felt like the first time in months, and her tones were not cordial. Cold and demanding, the beast confronted the male, looking him over with lavender and pink eyes to size him up. Her dark expression would be plain to see, her words obviously not friendly, and her tail raised in dominant assertion, Demise was every bit the queen in her stance. Regal but threatening, the monochrome demon watched as he reacted both to her presence and her words. She would defend what she saw as her own, against any who would claim it for themselves.