Haunted Wood she was an orphan but raised by a cousin, who gave her the time

Whether Conquest knew it or not, Hydra was good. Really good in fact at defusing a moment. Every word, every action, every tone used by the nightshade woman spoke to the flame's basic instincts. 

Another question and this time... the Rache child thought. Piecing together how to explain what she had accumulated during her short time conscious, remembering the rumors being passed around and whispers in the wind. Before speaking the child's eyes wandered the woods as if it held the knowledge she sought, thinking that maybe, looking among them would hold her memories. 

In a way it did. He ruled through fear and intimidation. For that, he was hated. To the point where a mere child, one of the many he was training had turned to use her teachings against him. It was shameful, but from what Conquest knew, it was no ordinary child. One taught by all members of the pack to hone in on her abilities; and he trusted their fear would keep them from turning.

Tell me about him? She grew softer, just enough to eye the woman with a pleading glance. She wanted to know more, more from someone who respected him instead of the toxic words spoken among his once followers.