SALT MY WOUNDS

set immediately after the events of "your soul is mine," artemis wont ask about the outcome until the official results are up.

The sight of his pallid form disheartened the Elysius babe and his treacherous presence repulsed her. What was once a kindred spirit to the wraith had been reduced to naught but a foil in her ultimate plans to peacefully unify a broken family, and therefore she had felt it only necessary to disown him for his lack of cooperation. Although it had been his paws that were drenched in the blood of their mother, his decision to abandon his family?s side in favor of an outsider, and his lack of will to reprimand another for speaking such heinous insults against the woman who birthed them, still the phantom could not entirely place the boy at fault. No ? it was her strong and unwavering belief that the sable brat he ?adored? had impregnated his mind with false beliefs, and thus, it was only reasonable that the horrid wench would be depicted as the source of Ares? downfall and her mother?s demise. There were no other factors that could possibly contribute to the abrupt and complete shift in Ares? demeanor ? at least, that is what was perceived in the eyes of the porcelain babe. It was for this reason and this reason alone that the vindictive nature of the viper would rain down upon the skull of her true adversary rather than her once-sibling; she would ensure that karma struck Devya in the harshest of ways for all the turmoil she had caused for their family. She, however, did not appear to be the sole figure who looked upon the brat with disdain and utmost loathing, for she had witnessed as her littermate attempted to knock the bitch down yet another peg. It was almost laughable how Devya believed her actions would not come with repercussions, and the babe had sincerely hoped that her brother would yet again prove to the wench just how truly powerful those of their bloodline were ? the bloodline that Ares biologically shared. Although the sight of her fervent sibling tearing at the flesh of her greatest adversary was satisfying, the phantom prodigy could not bear to remain within such close proximities to her once-sibling and had therefore fled the scene before the battle had breached its conclusion. Concern for her brother flared within the babe?s chest and a desire to educate him on the most recent and tragic events of her life consumed her, and so she positioned herself approximately a mile away from the battlefield, patiently awaiting Codeine?s approach with stoic composure.