Snowforest Taiga Perfect Twilight.

Another enemy made. A voice said, with no sense of regret or sadness; it was almost conceited, in a way. This voice was pragmatic through and through, and rarely had hints of any other emotion other than smug pride or a rational tone. She looked at Sebastian, a tight, mischievious smirk on her face. It gave her pleasure to see this unwanted son of Burke put in his place and realize what he was. A bastard, unwanted and unloved. While she herself was the same, born of a tryst rather than a mating, she always had parents that cared for her and supported her. Always.


"I am his daughter, after all." She said calmly before turning tail and leaving him behind to cry. Like a baby.