Phantom Hollow lamb

The male turned, revealing his weird yet oddly charming mismatched eyes. Her thoughts went to the young Cicero, a sort of friend, and he seemed alright. But that was Cicero, the weirdo, though mismatched eyes were now known to be of an odd wolf. and yep, her thoughts had been totally right. The two of them looked totally bunkers, something she could relate too. Judas would definitely get along with them.

I am. She responded to his question, eyebrows both raised in surprise. She was flattered, really. She only got called queen by Silver and Sage, if she remembered correctly. It still made her dream come true every time. She was a leader, and what a fine group of followers she had. Some with glorious purpose, some destined to be on the losing side.

Welcome, I am Malice Lanius, leader of the Moonlit Wolves. She introduced herself calmly, yet her voice shaking. Not in fear, but because the sick feeling she had. An oracle? I only hail to Satan, does he speak to you too? She asked, curious to how these beings thought.