Moonspear BWP5—siren

If Hydra had it her way, he would be the one to at the very least be able to do so. Hydra wanted these creatures dead and gone, no matter the means. As he spoke of his own history with Blackhead, Hydra listened. It sounded as though Vercingetorix was always running away; that had been his mistake, she felt. She would teach Dragomir the opposite. You will learn to fight, Hydra promised him that much, should you remain here for us to teach you. And I hope, too, you will be able to come across them to kill them once you learn how, she expressed in earnest, but even more than she hoped this: Though I hope that they die even before then, however they might come to it. They are a risk to all who cannot protect themselves; perhaps they seek another child to bring to harm. I would not have it be you, or your sister, or any other of the cubs here. It was why Hydra was so diligent in her teaching to the four of them, and the rest of her pack. 

It had not been Titmouse; perhaps this was a child of his. I should have killed him then, she thought to herself. 

But Dragomir would learn. Hydra would see to that. 

As he spoke of his mother, Hydra tilted her head. You do not think I should? She inquired of him, sensing the more malevolent thought that lingered within. It would do nothing for you, I do not think, to know her dead. Every day she lives she suffers; she is a wonderful pretender, as many can be, but you and your sister are her first-borns and now, she lives in a lie. Kill her as I have killed my own sister who sought to abandon our own family because the truth did not align with her foolish dreams; remove her power over you. She is family to you no more. She has lost the privilege and the right. But that she breathes has brought us more knowledge than we would have had should she be dead. And knowledge, Dragomir, is power. 

She wondered what he might think of this, and then with a twitch of her muzzle she drawled, trespassing is another matter entirely; I more than welcome her death if her foolishness brings her to become noseblind. And if you wish to kill her, Dragomir, I would not stop you. Think on what I have said, however. Her abandonment speaks only of who she is, and nothing of you. Hydra's tail lashed, and she observed the storm that was coming to pass. Hydra wished to foster that malevolence, and make it take a shape he could utilize—a knife, a sword, or perhaps the accursed lightning-bolt that had come to lash Aurewen that had caused all of this to come to pass.