Firefly Glen The Fireflies Are Out Tonight

Vaati shrugs in the dark, slightly annoyed with how virtuous she seems. She is too nice to be Moonspear kin. Whilst her lineage is factual, he could imagine Charon's frustration when three of his daughters came out the way they did and the blop of innocent white turned out the way she did. Not that there was something wrong with a girl with morals, but those kinds of girls did not survive long before something gave them a startling wake-up call to the survival of the fittest. "Sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get ahead. It's life." It was common knowledge, a trait Blackfeather used to the extremes. And it worked, for them. "It's better to be the one to use others than be the one other's use. Trust me." He licks his chops languishingly, the ache in his neck returning. It served as a reminder that while he had earned his scars for being the one on top, at least he wasn't somebody else's bitch.

"My name is Vaati." He doesn't offer his pack name, for he figures, that would send her running faster than he could explain. He isn't done with her yet, as he serves as a test subject of his for however long he has with her. The same experiment had been done with Cassiopeia, pushing the borders of her sanity whilst warping her into a whole new person in his image. It had failed, of course. She had failed him. The girl that stood before him was perhaps, a mini version of the same study.