Set at the same time as Hannibal challenge.

The spider-witch looked as if the muscles of her face had gone on strike. Everything about it was slack and it gave her the aura of one who would spurn even the most well meaning attempts to strike up a conversation. Even her shoulders drooped on her skeletic appearance and as she made her way towards the newly established den she cursed at the moment she stumbled across the autumn bitch. She heard the call from her brothers herself and she was moe than desperate to attend at his side in such a gigantic challenge but the bitch ruined her plans with her pleading. It took more than a few minutes to convince the black widow to supervise her spawns but she agreed with the thoughts in mind of gaining intelligence over them; she always cooked something in that diseased mind of hers. Where are they? They are near. Must be here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. the hisses penetrated the silence of the forest. The den was located right outside the forest, within the territory borders (To the Nord, towards the Crypt) and she managed to slither her dark shilouette betwen the shadowy trees. Seems to oozes from one place to another due to her skeletic figure, skulking, slinking, cranium bobs erratically as if it's is too heavy for the thin long. Speech

Recluse wasn't sleeping as much during the day as she used to, with only her mother around and not being allowed to wander too far outside the den without her parents she'd been forced to swap around her sleep schedule, and it was making her irritable. Both because of the sudden change in her sleep pattern but also because the warm rays of the sun had started to scab her delicate peach skin. At first it had been kinda fun, she was becoming more like dad but the longer it went on the more it really was turning out not to be fun. In fact it made her coat feel clumpy and gross and hurt more often than not. Her mother had left in a hurry not too long ago, shortly after she'd heard her dad howling in the distance. Recluse had wanted to go and meet him, she missed him after all but her mother had ordered her and her siblings not to leave the den. So instead Recluse was pouting near the mouth of their new den. A strange scent reached the pale child and a voice she did not recognize drifted towards her. Recluse felt, for the first time, a sense of dread come over her. Suddenly the pup was on her paws, sprinting back to the inner part of the den. She raced over to her sister, making to jab at Banshee as hard as she could with a forepaw. "Ban! Ban, there's something outside!" She glanced back towards the mouth of the den, her voice soft but frantic. She didn't want whatever was out there to hear her. "I think it's a monster." She fixed her sister with a wide eyed look, real fear contorting her face for the first time. "Speech"

It had been a while since her father had left and their mother had moved the den. It had been pretty hush hush about the details of why their dad had gone. Banshee asked tons of questions but the answers were always cryptic. They weren't allowed to explore as much and it seemed as though danger was always lurking around the corner. Ban had faith in her mother but her growing mind was curious as ever. Mordi and Recluse shared the same amount of skepticism as well. It seemed despite being so early on in their life they were already facing adult trials and tribulations. Banshee was taking a bit of a nap as a commotion broke out. Blue eyes flashed into view as a jab was felt. Recluse was calling her name and an unfamiliar scent filled her nose. Almost instantly the small fledgling was on her paws and for the first time her teeth were bared instinctively. A young growl was emitted as Banshee inched forward protectively. The babe was use to protecting her siblings in play and now it would be a much more serious matter. The small demons ears flattened and her eyes narrowed as she moved closer towards the mouth of the den. "Mordi and Recluse, stay back!" Her tail raised as the small creature took a few more steps. As she poked her head outside of the den her blue gaze fell upon the witchy bitch making her way towards them. "Who are you?!" Speech

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In the darkness of a dream the mind of the young Lord would conjure up magical beasts with jaws that were home to razor teeth. They would move in an unnatural ways maybe a limp or be severely hunched over. Soon the breathing would increase rapidly and become gasps of breath. But on awakening, despite the nightmare ending, he realize that the nightmare might have been real due to his sisters screams.  A ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes prolongs an uneasy feeling and the pup rose to his full height, smaller than his siblings. Something was outside their den and their mother scent was faint. Realization washed over him like ice water, she was not around. Where was she? And more importantly, who was outside? His dual colored optics widened as Banshee, the oldest, took the first steps towards the intruder. Don't go there. the boy whispered low in his throat towards her, What if it is really a monster? he questioned, hanging his regalia low but his question fell upon deaf ears fore his sister was already ready for a fight if her stance was something to analyze. A quick gaze upon Recluse and he was on her trail, pace as quiet as a mouse and his ears flattened agains his regalia. He did not bare his canines but he was behind her, ready to stand with her and protect what was their newly appointed den. He remained behind Banshee, he could not see what she saw however he knew that he met gaze with whatever was out there. What is it, Banshee? Speech

Her auditory system caught the commotion inside. Soon enough she did realize where her beloved brother spawns were and the witch moved towards the den in her skeletal state. One by one her slender limbs moved; her cerulean gaze focused on the dark entrance and just before she could part her ebon lips her ears flickered on top of her cranium, registering a secondary voice before the source moved into the frame. Engulfed by shadows, a tiny frame, smaller then she would have imagined, emerged from the den entrance; petite head popping out of it in a defense state, asking questions that were bigger than her. Who does she think she is? She is just like her father. I know, it is just like him. came the voice of the schizophrenic woman, turning her cranium towards the right and indulging in her delussional state of mind that created ilussions of spirits and ghost that only she could see and hear. Her attention returned towards the young pup that was the spitting image of her father in spirit, a leader that took initiative. I am your father's sister. she offered with her cordial hisses. There was no point in playing mind games with some pitiful pups therefore she considered a straight-forward approach would win her some favors before it was too late. After all, she had no reason to hate the spawns of her brother like she hated their witch of a mother. Before too long the woman came to a halt as soon as she was able to clearly see within the den, resting at approximately 5 tails away from the courageous pups. Cerulean eyes locked their gaze upon her as her chesire grin spread across her jaws, splitting them, parting them open to let place for sharp canines to be on display. Speech

Ban had this, Recluse knew that. Ban rose to her paws and Recluse moved out of the way. Though her eyes grew wider and more fearful as her sister started towards the mouth of the den. "No!" She hissed, wanting to grab onto her sister's tail and drag her back but too panicked to think clearly. Mordicai voiced his concern as well and Recluse nodded vigerously. Then Mordi went with Banshee and Recluse released a soft whine, she didn't want to face whatever was out there but she also didn't want to be left alone. Ears pulling back she whined again before pulling up the rear, putting a decent amount of space between her and her brother. Banshee spoke and Recluse watched the mouth of the den she could see a shadow moving there and Recluse skirted up beside her brother to peer at whatever it was their sister was talking to. She heard a voice and Recluse shuddered but felt a sudden spurt of courage. "Papa doesn't have any sisters!" She countered, still from inside the den. Their dad hadn't said anything about any sisters and she wasn't about to let Banshee fall for any monster's lies. Silently she prayed that Ban would be smart enough to come back inside. Surely they'd be safe inside the den. "Speech"

Banshee shook with fear but that did not distract her from her duties. Bravery swelled within her tiny heart as her beaming cyan eyes poured from her skull. The demonic words of the imposter filled her flattened ears as she took charge. Her smaller siblings cowered behind her, something she so wished to do. Yet, the babe stood her ground for now. A sister. Papa hadn't mentioned a sister. Then again he had only been there for a short time in the beginning of their lives. She didn't even get to spend one on one time with him too much. Banshee shook her head. "Stay back crazy lady!" Soon enough the beast grew closer and Banshee sideways backpedaled into the den. Not before long they were met with the terrifying sight of a monstrous Wolf with jet black fur, skulls adorning her form, and exposed sharp fangs. A yelp of fear came from Banshee as her eyes began to water, "Do not hurt us!" It was a fearful demand from a shaking pup. Banshee growled, pushing down the anxiety. She had to be strong for her siblings. Speech

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There was a moment where the young Lord face washed blank with confusion upon seeing the black monster before them, like his brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from his wide, shocked eyes. Every muscle of his petite body just froze as he bicolored eyes saw the grin that crept onto the monster face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing every single fang. Eyes widened, breaths ragged and harsh. The young boy was trembling behind his older sister and he jammed the tip of his elongated tail into his little jaws to stifle the scream -- coming out as a whine instead. Fear tortures his guts, churning his stomach in tense cramps. Fear engulfs his conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside as the monster only starred at them and poured its lies. Fear overwhelms his body, making it drastically exhausted as he takes one singular step back with his back, right limb. Wh-Who is this, Banshee? he stuttered his question and every word that followed from there onward, Ge-Get away from her, sis. Speech

Cordelia A low growl escaped the foul witch jaws. Her brother never mentioned them? Has he mentioned anyone from his family? She shook her cranium once. She shook her cranium twice. She collected her self momentarly. Your papa never mentioned me? The growl threatened to rose towards the surface once again but this time she got it together in time to stop it from erupting between her canines and instead she stared down at the pups -- was that the hint of a smirk? She could not tell but her heart was exploding with the delight she received for making the spawns terrified of her. I am Cordelia Klein. Klein as in your father. she felt pride running through her veins each and every single time she prounced her family name, their legacy deep within her memory. Hannibal mentioned the spawns he sired with the serpent that managed to get her way inside his bed but until now, until she saw the living and breathing creatures, she thought it was impossible. She was conflicted -- either to hate them due to their mother or to be proud that her brother, Klein King managed to produce healthy spawns to continue their line. It was not an easy choice until a thought crashed into her and hit her like thunder. Lighting into a million sparks every single neuron. What are your names? she demanded, a scowl permanently staining her face. Did the bitch dared to share the names? Did she had the audacity to taint them with her name and was her brother stupid enough to accept such atrocity? Your names, creatures! she demanded within the next minute, growing desperate. She was not good at this babystting shit. Speech Thou shall perish