Where Do Your Demons Hide?

A summons had dripped from the lips of her father, and Vyvienne was not yet big enough to disobey him. Long limbs carried her powerful frame towards the call, acidic gaze immediately landing upon one of her siblings. The dark-drizzled girl arrived at the side of her sister, Sevan, pressing into her harshly and aiming to nip at her scruff. The point was clear; rub her scent into the pelt of her sibling, dominate her, show her just who she belonged to. Vyvienne refused to have any confusion when it came to her possessions; they were hers, and everyone was forbidden to touch them.
Her eyes shifted from her sister to her father, looking upon him curiously. At the meeting he had been promoted, a ruler of Valhalla, and because her father was hers that meant that this pack was now hers. Alas, the girl would not go proclaiming such things, but her posture made it evident. She carried herself with authority, frame stiff and tall, challenging any who would dare to challenge her. Her size had given her arrogance, her blood doubled that, and the accumulation of her possessions made the dark girl feel like a god.