a demon in wolf's clothing

[size=xx-small]@Morgana :)[/size]



Her face said darkness. Every little thing about her was devilish. She was smart, ruthless, manipulative, and determined. Everything about her was cruel. When she wanted something, she would get it. No questions asked. If she didn't get what she wanted, bad things would happen to good people. Innocent lives would be crushed. Souls would be broken. After her encounter with the brute Crescendo, she had been hunting in the dark woods. It was a sport she looked up to when she wanted to kill time. She had caught a few squirrels and a rabbit. Now she dining on the fat mammal. She looked up at the sky and gazed at the stars and moon. She remembered the days when she was called a goddess. When she was called the 'Moon Child'. She had always been praised and respected from day one. But now she would have to crawl her way up. Fight her way into the Brotherhood. But for now she would have to lay low. But she would be respected. And she would show it.