Wolfsister
Shadow Mistress
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- Jul 11, 2005
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She cocked her head as she listened to him.
Please believe me when I am saying that I am not your father because I would honestly like to know why you think that
She snorted as she heard this, her sceptisism was palpable. "Please ?, i have never known a demon to say this, it's like a foreign language for you...still, you did ask nicely. So..." she began to look inwards, conjuring the words the witchdoctor had drilled into her.
"A Demon, dark, windswept hair. A child in his arms, a female. He stands at the edge of a jagged cliff - abomination - he screams and throws the babe down the cliff. On his arm rests a Raven on a tombstone."
She cocked her head once more, a claw tipped finger pointing to his forearm, "you are the one with a raven resting on a tombstone. You could have easily changed your hair colour." She shrugged, "Therefore, you are my father, as i was that child cast into this mortal realm. You will pay for giving me life, you do not know the torture i live through each day, it would have been better to kill me than to banish me, then hunt me, like the abomination i am," she looked slightly sad, then she smiled, thinking about what he had said earlier,
If you can sense my power like I can sense yours you can tell that I do not want any to fight you as I have no power in me
Her smile turned into an evil grin, "Very well, Demon. You do not want to fight me, but i want to kill you. It seems we are at an impass, hmm?" she looked at him quizzically. Then she laughed, "WRONG" and she lunged at him, her claws outstretched, hoping he would not move, hoping he would not attack her, hoping that she drew blood.
Please believe me when I am saying that I am not your father because I would honestly like to know why you think that
She snorted as she heard this, her sceptisism was palpable. "Please ?, i have never known a demon to say this, it's like a foreign language for you...still, you did ask nicely. So..." she began to look inwards, conjuring the words the witchdoctor had drilled into her.
"A Demon, dark, windswept hair. A child in his arms, a female. He stands at the edge of a jagged cliff - abomination - he screams and throws the babe down the cliff. On his arm rests a Raven on a tombstone."
She cocked her head once more, a claw tipped finger pointing to his forearm, "you are the one with a raven resting on a tombstone. You could have easily changed your hair colour." She shrugged, "Therefore, you are my father, as i was that child cast into this mortal realm. You will pay for giving me life, you do not know the torture i live through each day, it would have been better to kill me than to banish me, then hunt me, like the abomination i am," she looked slightly sad, then she smiled, thinking about what he had said earlier,
If you can sense my power like I can sense yours you can tell that I do not want any to fight you as I have no power in me
Her smile turned into an evil grin, "Very well, Demon. You do not want to fight me, but i want to kill you. It seems we are at an impass, hmm?" she looked at him quizzically. Then she laughed, "WRONG" and she lunged at him, her claws outstretched, hoping he would not move, hoping he would not attack her, hoping that she drew blood.