The Psycho, The Devil, And The Demon

Ylva would enter the Mile High Woods. The smell of death surrounding her nostrils, but, even though the season was Spring, the cold still surrounded her body and made her blood boil. She loved the cold, thinking it fit her personality as well as her brother's rather perfectly. The scent of elk and other small rodents surrounded her nostrils as well, but, she paid no heed to the prey and tilted her head back, calling for the alabaster devil himself. Her mint green orbs would soon shift over to her brother and gave a rather small chuckle, her eyes narrowing and her mouth twisting into a devious grin.

"I know you might wish to cause some trouble, but, I forbid you this time to cause any trouble for Sin. He was rather nice to let you join the pack that he shall be taking over soon, and, you might even become a warrior if you work hard enough. Your dark intentions, however, shall definitely make you a favorite to him," she explained, soon smelling the scent of the alabaster male and meeting his gaze once he soon approached, her body brushing past him in greeting and bowing her head in a respectable manner.

"Sin, this is my brother, Diablo. Diablo, please meet Sin," she explained, sitting down beside her brother and giving a chuckle and a sadistic, yet satisfying grin.