i am an angel in heaven
While you lay howling in Hell

Toxic purple eyes took in the scene before her, a wall of trees faced her. Inside the tree-line, Cher saw home, but there were scents of others nearby. There was no fear, only a slight hesitation as she weighed the probability of meeting one of these strangers. With a sigh and a low, droning growl, Chernobyl makes her way into the small forest. The sun was stripped from this place, leaving only shadows behind as she made her way deeper. She noted the dried leaves on the floor of the wooded terrain and smirked to herself. Bowing in the leaves, she let a full blown smile cross her face, her paws nearly disappeared they blended so well! There was the scent of rain in the wind, but she paid it no mind, only reveled in how well she blended in with her surroundings. Sitting with her chest facing the setting sun and her back against the trunk of a tree, Chernobyl sat still as a statue and waited for anyone to come by. She would be nearly impossible to spot, her coat helped her to disappear almost entirely. Now, there only needed to be someone on the path toward her. Squinting her eyes to help hide them, she kept her watch for anyone coming by.

"Chernobyl." "You." Think.

He was out of the den, because father was off hunting and mother was busy scolding his siblings for biting her. He'd went past the boundary lines mother had set, and because of that couldn't see the den now. He was free of Zeivah and her clingy tendencies now and for that he gave a smile. As much as he loved her she could get obnoxious, especially when he paid attention to his other siblings. Though to be fair, he had to make it known that he was the dominant among them all. Even Zeivah was subject to this if she forgot who the boss was. Of course Dea and the others were more subject to this. If they tried to take the best things he reminded them immediately that the best things were his.

He was a silent little gargoyle most of the time though. He liked to watch and wait for the need of his assertion to arrive. He moved quietly about. He did see the hint of purple ahead and because of that stopped. His rump met the ground, and his mismatched eyes stared. The hide of his sibling and his own showed well in the darkness of their home. He stayed silent and watched the eyes of the woman he could smell. He was likely a strange sight to her but the gargoyle child didn't much care. Lucifer had been by here earlier and it was what the boy had been tracking. Lucifer had promised them all a treat today, and while he didn't understand what treat exactly he meant he wanted it all for himself.

i am an angel in heaven
While you lay howling in Hell

When the pup came into view, Chernobyl felt her eyes move to lock onto it. He seemed to be made of two different wolves, and she could not help moving forward as he sat down. Unlike most children, the boy was silent as the dead, something that was rather odd, but welcome. Weren't most children supposed to talk your head off and not let you be? Why didn't this one? Her haunches met the leaf litter, and she stared down at the dual pelted child. Saying nothing, she stared at him, pondering over his odd appearance and behavior for a while before the songs of bugs made the quiet a little less so. If this child was here, where were its parents? What were they like to have such a deathly silent pup? They had to be awesome! "Where are your parents, kid?" She asked, looking down at him, her lavender eyes almost intense on him as she focused on his response.

"Chernobyl." "You." Think.

He stared at her for a good long while, a silent and deadly gargoyle. His dual toned eyes stared into hers, a serious look to them as he measured her up. She was food to the boy, nothing more nothing less. Of course he couldn't make the kill just yet. He'd have to wait for his father to come. After all mother never made the kills it was always father. In fact he almost thought mother incapable of hunting, which brought up the question of why his sire chose her then.

The words of the female brought his still somewhat floppy ears to perk at her. That was a stupid question. His pelt carried the scent of six pups and his mother so that answer was a given. And his father would likely be out hunting, though once he returned then the hunt for him would be on. With a vocabulary that should be beyond his level he finally spoke. His voice seemed to carry on the dual tone of his pelt as well. He was a living demon, much like his father. "The sire is deadly silent and haunts these woods and the dam is caged by five demons." with that he fell silent once more. His eyes never left hers and other than the necessary blink, did not blink much. He was still, silent, and deadly. He was perfection, bred to be the next king of hell.

i am an angel in heaven
While you lay howling in Hell

This child was definitely an interesting one, and Cher found herself looking him over from side to side and head to tail tip. What an odd pelt, and even stranger were his manners, and strangest of all was his dual-toned voice when he spoke in response to her question. She could tell the honesty that rang clearly from his tone, but the way he spoke almost had her laughing. There was a small smirk that lit the corner of her mouth, and she regarded him for a moment with her hellish purple gaze. "Demons, you say? Well, I am a healer, perhaps I can fix her if she is indeed possessed by these five demons. Your father isn't a ghost, is he?" Clearly, Chernobyl misunderstood the pup, thinking he meant that his mother was possessed and that some kind of devil had been the sire of this boy. Something went into making this black magic beasty, and Chernobyl found herself wanting to know just what had created such a wonder. Regarding him with that small smirk, she met his smaller gaze and stared openly. She was a healer, after all, and wanted to know just how he operated under a pelt that seemed to be created from two different wolves.

"Chernobyl." "You." Think.