Blacktail Deer Plateau Praying for Love, and Paying in Naivety

Almost a spitting image of his childhood’s last glimpse of his “Father”  Slade, the Alpha of the Nightmares, came just in back of him. Turning to look over a meaty shoulder, the wolfdog nearly jumped out of his own tender hide until he registered that this wasn’t the Nightmare King. Slade had perished months ago; plus this fellow wasn’t at all as massive as the Dark King. Slade also was straight obsidian, molded out of the Void, itself; this guy had a V of ivory across his bosom. 

The Demon was nearly livid with this guy for being nearly identical to his ‘dad’. But that couldn’t be helped by this guy, so what was the deal? 

“Yea, shit happens.“ The Rogue has gotten tired of seeking emotional answers from strangers. First he had tried expressing himself to Krarius, along with Kavik, tried explain himself to Ruenna, and ended up getting into a fight for standing up for himself. His mind was weary, his passion beating a soldering pummel into the chest that seemed to not want it, anymore.  

“Not that it matters. Unless you wanna beat my ass too for trying to be useful.“ Like why did she have it out for him, even? In all reality, she probably cared little about it, but the inferno brewed a toxic turmoil of slaughtered intent. “Minori seems to get off on bullying others. Join her, instead.“