Worm from the Bird

It had been nearly three years since she had heard that voice. And now that he was grown up, now that so much time had passed - she wouldn't even have recognized she not gotten the message within the call. The woman would follow the angry message to the lupine that released it, without a hint of hesitation. She knew that she should have been cautious, but she was on her toes enough to be prepared for a fight. 'Neo...' She had been so young when he was imprisoned, as well as when he vanished. He had been young too... but from the sound of things, he still hated her. Hated their entire family...


Was he justified in his rage? Would she try making amends with her older brother?


Chrysanthe would stand on the cracked ground, her one eyed gaze glued to the brute that she had once shared a den with. "I never thought that I would see you again." She would comment, "You still hate us, hate me?" The brute had been grounded after running off with their enemy - Chrysanthe didn't hold on to much detail after that.