Two Rivers Isle A bed for mr.daddy

Malice had traveled further than what they had done just a few days back, but never was she hunted by some weird group of wolves that were all equally as mental as LuciferPeak wolves. At least her father had been so humane as to let her go. This time they had escaped. It was a good thing they did too; for if Potema would have got a grip on her kids, they'd all been eaten alive and sacrificed to this Meldresi. Okay, maybe they wouldn't have done that, but one could never be too sure.

Malice did not have to think long before a name plopped into her head. Her mother's; Absinthe. Always had she secretly admired the beautiful name her mother had been given, though never had she said it. She would wear it with proud and glory, the shine which her mother deserved. Absinthe. It was my mother's. She said softly. I think I would be giving the name the honor my mother so deserved.