what should be

Siren wasn’t sure about her future, all the yearling knew was that she didn’t want to be away from her brother. He was the only one who had always been there for her, and despite the way he treated her while they were young he was the one she could trust. Venom had given her away at Mortis suggestion and Mortis had been the one to tear her away from the one wolf who knew completely what she had been through. Their father had abandoned them and not long after he and Incubus had disappeared Deathbelle had lost interest in them completely. Siren couldn’t comprehend what her mother had gone through, but she should have been there for them. And she wasn’t.

The pair of them had practically raised each other and it was a near miracle they had made it to adulthood, but maybe that was a testament of the resources the Empire had. Siren’s life was never in real danger and she had been mostly fed. But the neglect or maybe it was just bad genetics, kept the yearling tiny. Her dainty feet carried her through the grasses, her dual toned eyes only just able to look out over the grasses. The moon filled the sky with its dull light as she waded through the darkness.

She wasn’t sure where she belonged except that she wanted Chimera beside her. A sigh fell from her pale lips, and her fur was still a disaster. Maybe one day she’d get cleaned up and be the princess she once was.