See me stand on my own again [Tarkah]

[† Demon †]

You were the antidote that got me by
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Woo! New posting layout is in use. Hehe.
Now, I wonder - what will the daring duo get upto this sun? I wonder... bwhaha![/glow]
Something strong like a drug that got me high[glow=black,2,300]

Moonlight was upon the Koran lands quicker than anyone thought. Being that autumn was coming into play sooner rather than later – it was understandable. The rays of Tor’s light lit up here and there, yet many places were left untouched by this ghostly light. One of these places being a large, ledge type boulder that over-looked most of the terrain Koran had gained over the years of its creation. Atop this throne lay an ebony beast – so still, that her presence would go unknown to any passerby. With a pelt so dark, and eyes so alit with a green fire, this creature seemed truly of the shadows – a kin as you will. The dark tassel flickered slightly, as the mind wandered into thoughts unknown, thoughts that pained the thinker with each one. Images of Markaz’ last visit to her atop the mountains strained her heart in unthinkable ways – in ways that made the beast want to weep, yet with stubborn mind and soul, she refused. Her pelt was matted deeply, for on the suns following his departure, she had made exile on the mountain range – hoping, wanting for her former mate to return. Yet, after the realization finally sunk into her cancerous mind, she returned to the only place she could call home; for the castle, despite the many memories it held, had become the last thing on her list to visit – it was there her unfortunate falling for Draeg had occurred, it was there that her relationship was ruined. Ruined forever.

A sigh split the silence; this female returning back into reality. She seemed to cold, so evil from the distance. Yet, now she had little to be evil to. Her life had taken unexpected pathways – leaving her with no mate, leaving her with a living memory of Markaz; the newborn Lestat. Deep down, Demon knew that as the cub grew, he would take image of his unknown father – yet, the femme hoped that by that time, she’d gained whatever life she could, and had gotten over this disaster. Thinking things through, she knew that something good was folding out on her table – being that her last visit to the castle had given her viewing into the life of Nocturnia – and for some unknown, and confusing reason, she’d began to think of him more and more. Maybe this was the turning point she had to take? There were many forks in her road – and she remained at the middle of it all, refusing to move – waiting for the day to come where she would not have to make decisions any longer.

Unfortunately, Demon knew that day would never come, and with a painful and heavy load atop her back she would have to trek many miles to find happiness – yet she did not know how far her life was willing to drag her down the road of rotting memories. Shaking her head, she brought herself back to the starry skies of the valley – each twinkling star reflecting beautifully in her sorrowful orbs. Letting a saddened smile steal her darkened lips, her head turned swiftly toward the bushes behind her. Something was lurking there – she knew it. There was no scent on the winds to confirm it, yet her warrior-like abilities gave her the advantage. Curling her lips, she gave a fierce snarl from the pit of her healing stomach – healing still after many suns passing since the birthing of her newborn, Lestat.

“Show yourself,”

Her words rolled over her tongue gracefully – no sense of darkness within them. She had no energy inside to let her –insane- side rule over. The leaving of Markaz had made her weak and sad, pained and distant from all she knew. Lifting her form from the ledge she had laid upon, she slowly made her way down its sloped surface; Claws clicking as they scarred the rock’s base.

“Come out shadow lurker – I am in no mood to play guessing games…”

She shook her head. Whoever lurked opposite her was trying her patience, and her sanity. She could feel it in her veins – that longing to taste another’s blood on her taste-buds, that only pure feeling she could still reach – the feeling of being untouchable. Finding no such movement appearing from where this stranger lingered, she turned slowly back toward the ledge. For days on end, she had watched Koran’s members pray on happiness as though it was always going to be there, as though it never died. Yet this female knew different – the day when you think your life is perfect, is the day everything screws you over without mercy. And with that thought strongly held in the corridors of her blackened mind, only one single word could pass her lips now; silence following directly after – the femme forgetting that company was watching her, stalking her, mocking her in every way possible. She cared not. The word echoing as she laid back down omn her throne – the throne of fading agony.

“Fools.”
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[Tarkah]

Wishes never come true...... _____________________________________________________________________________________________ The first evening star twinkled in the dusk strewn sky. It's deep blood reds mixed with a midnight purple. The star twinkling with it's solo appearance, so low in the sky that any one who gazed p at the wondrous glitter could have swore that they could have plucked it right out of its bearings. From the sky and treasure it in his pocket. But some were no fools and though how ever low that star shone it was always unreachable. Stars. Wishing objects that would grant ones desire. What significance that had brought to those who had minds of the hopeless. To the mind that had belonged to the lost and the confused. One of those minds were gazing intently on that evening star. It's golden eyes inflamed with a bright intense of detest. Though know it had seemed so foolish to believe cub tales and let the mind of the hopeless linger and hitch on to her own being... Tarkah let out a low growl. She was sitting in a regal poise. Her tail was curled around her back legs as her neck fur bristled in the evening breeze and acted as a mane that wrapped itself elegantly around her neck. Her golden eyes flickered with a burning inferno as it raped the skies , searching for the tiny glimmers known as stars. "Such idiots, those who linger and hope for their wishes to be granted by making a small pledge with the stars. Life had seemed easy before. Before it all had fallen apart. When love had entered her life. She had felt like a feather, flowing in the wind, careless,and it felt free and wonderful. Now that feeling had only burdened her with pain and hatred and the knowing that wishes, never come true. Tarkah let out a small hiss. How she had grieved for her mate, how she wished that she could love him again. Love him like the days when they were young. Before Koran. How she wished their lives were flawless. How she wished that her life was perfect, another figure molded by the gods and made with the spark of perfection. Instead she was only the puppet in a fairytale. But then again fairy tales were always perfect. No, she was just Tarkah. A player in life's cruel games. How she wished that the world could be right. But then she had remembered. "Wishes, never come true..." Tarkah turned, she had been perched atop a ridge. Beyond the cliff edge one could see the vast valley's of Koran, watch as it was bathed in the sweet moonlight of Tor. It was the drappa's favorite spot. One where she could think, one where the sky was so close she could stroke its ebony abyss. But she also hated this spot the most. Her was where she had waited, endearing moments for the return of her mate. Ho she had stood there from dusk till dawn, for so long that Tarkah could have been part of the cliff itself... Soft pads brushed through the lands. Tarkah melted into the shadows of the land and crept through the trees of Koran, Her slender frame edging through the maze of trees and bracken. Her golden eyes piercing the night walls and she stopped. Ears of ebon pricked and eyes of gold flickered with delight. She was back. Tarkah's lips grew into a smile as she broke off into a swift run. The drappa pressed on until she had reached her destination. Eyes wandered and fell onto an ebon form. Tarkah grinned and slipped forwards, moving like a shadow through the foliage and stopped when she was only meters away. Tarkah eyed her sister and grinned. Throwing her head back she let out a song calling to her beloved friend. Lips had sealed once more and muzzle had dipped, but before long those ebon lips curled and parted again. "Welcome home Sister" _____________________________________________________________________________________________ They are all just figments of our imagination

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[† Demon †]

You were the antidote that got me by
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Love your post hun - truly great in all ways! =] <3[/glow]
Something strong like a drug that got me high[glow=black,2,300]

The winds shifted. A scent had begun to flow on the breeze - yet before this creature had time to place such a smell, the bringer had appeared. Voice before form, yet it was instantly reconisable. Usually, this femme would be joyious in the fact that her one true friend, and sister by heart had found her - yet on this night, she felt nothing. Nothing for no one. Her heart was empty, empty and broken. Each chord snapping as a moment passed, never once letting go of that one she missed so much - the one named, Markaz.

Turning her head slightly, her orbs flashed dangerously. She was not in the mood for company - unless company brought happiness along with in. And, this she hoped was happening. Letting a smile appear on her dark lips for a moment or two, she still settled in silece - captivated by thoughts that no other would dream of thinking. Thoughts of dying. Demon knew, deep down, that since Markaz' departure he would have fallen into death's arms by now. It was a known fact - she felt it deep down, that emotion she'd gained as soon as she had set eyes on him. She felt his pain in her nightmares, and sometimes, just sometimes, she could even see his death in her mind. She was haunted, plagued by his memories and his thoughts - he would not leave her in peace, no. This really was his last revenge - not giving her a cub, that was merely a taster of his powers. This truly was the extent of his cruelty within - the side he'd hidden from her for so long, the side she'd never really experienced, until now.

Sighing, the beast climbed once more from her stone perch. Looking deeply into those golden eyes, she found a sense of peace - the peace of knowing she still had someone to turn to. Yet, it seemed clear to this female, that the one opposing her knew nothing of Markaz' leaving - well, not as much as Demon knew of Andre's. Shaking her head, she realized that like it or not, they were connected. Not only by mind and soul, but by situation. Yet, one seeked peace, the other only comfort. The ebony creature wanted only comfort in the shadows - wanted to know that she had a purpose in life's circle. And, from what Demon knew of her sister, she wanted peace - to be away from the strains and tugs that life gave one of such a high status.

Letting herself submit a nod of respect, the female came closer to her new found company. Though she towered over this snow white princess, the shadowy varg still held much respect for the Drappa - not due to the status she held, but to the kindness that dwelled somewhere deep inside her heart, the kindness Demon would never possess - no matter how hard one tried.

"I would not call it a welcoming. For I am deeply pained, and deeply buried in sadness,"

The words were like ice. Cold and drawled with anger - she felt angry at herself for ever letting such an event happen. No matter how much this female tried, she could not let the guilt slip away - not even for a second or two. Not yet at least. Three moons had past, and still she lingered in her unholy sorrows and grotesque thoughts.

"Markaz left the valley three moons passed. And, as I'm sure you have guessed by now - I have not taken well to his departure. He haunts me, kills me inside. And, to top this agony off, I am no able to move on - I crave something that I doubt no varg can, or will give. Acceptance. Praise. A happy ending... Yet there is no such thing. Never will a life end perfect. Never, ever..."

Her words trailed into nothingness - a needing to weep trying to dig its way out of the crumbling pieces of heart, and mind that were inside the form of the ebony beast. Turning away from the white queen, she sighed and shook her head sadly. Her words had meaning - yet she could not find it. They meant nothing to her, nothing what so ever. She knew this was a bad omen - yet, what should she care? Life had thrown every other bad thing into her path. Why should it matter if something else tried to push her limits even further? She knew not, and decided now that she cared not to know. Her mind was made up - the time to move on was now. Now or never.[/glow]

[Tarkah]

Wishes never come true...... _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Tarkah's golden eyes rested upon the ebony frame of the enchantress. Her expression was blank but her emerald orbs flickered with pain and loss. Tarkah closed her eyes and dipped her head. She could have snarled, snarled at the world for laying such grief upon her shoulders. Why was the burden always placed on the obsidian femora?Tarkah growled. She would have given up anything to help her sister, share the burden of the pain. But knew this was something that could not be divided. But perhaps it could be shared, by helping one another over come their loss. Though entirely the two sister's at heart were terribly comparable, though at the same time clearly different. Both were opposite, down to their shades of monochromatic pelts. But both with the same yearning for the same love. Tarkah's eyelids fluttered at the mention of Markaz's departure. Tarkah almost felt her heart leap out of her skin. She starred blankly, stupidly at Demon. "H-h-he's gone?" Tarkah asked. How could the great Markaz, Beta of the Koran be gone? Surely he would return. Tarkah thought desperately. Anything to believe it. Anything to believe otherwise. Demon was just joking. Perhaps she was mistaken? Tarkah thought deeply but she needed no more true convincing. She knew it, just could tell that he had passed, gone into the valley's away. A thought created itself in her mind. Go find him It told. Go search for him and bring him back. But tarkah sighed. In denial was the arctic female. Tarkah let herself slump down onto her side, the only thing holding her up were her front paws. She looked to Demon. Her eyes glazed, if only a wolf could cry. Tarkah looked to the forest floor, her eyes trailing the roots, the leaves the pine cones. A place where Markaz had grown up. He was like a son to her. She and the Ge rad drappa had found him, young then and injured. Together they had nursed him back to strength. Back then Markaz had been smaller then Tarkah but now he stood, taller and more built then the white femme. He had also stood as a brother to her. Tarkah sighed and turned to Demon. She suddenly felt something heavy in her heart. "I'm sorry sister." She spoke softly, her voice in a hush, "I know I'm not the varg who you are searching for, searching to provide you with what your heart needs. Though I can provide the praise. I can provide acceptance, and I will try hard to provide a happy ending, but I know Sister. I know that I am not the varg to provide what it is." Tarkah sighed, her head hung low in despair, her heart heavy, and now even heavier since the knowledge of someone so dear has now journeyed on. "And because of that sister, I am sorry" _____________________________________________________________________________________________ They are all just figments of our imagination

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[† Demon †]

Ahh! Writers block! -_-

[glow=black,2,300]A warm smile crept over the dark female's lips - a weird look for this monstrous beast. Glancing over trees and bushes, she stared blankly into shadows - a ray of hope never dying, that hope she would see his form sliver from the darkness and embrace her form again. Yet, deep down, it hurt to even think of him, and to think of him appearing out of nowhere just toyed with her sanity that little bit more; the little bit she didn't want it to go. Shaking her head, she leaned close to her sister, letting her pinkish tongue slide over her form, trying to give at least a small amount of comfort to the ivory female.

"You give me more than you know, Sister. Yet, one can only ask for more in an act of selfishness... a selfishness one such as me possessed..."

Her words were thick with seldom thoughts and sorrows. She knew in her mind what she wanted. The same reason she'd first lost Markaz before - she wanted to be Co-Drappa. Everyone knew it. Tarkah knew it. Markaz knew it. Even Phantom knew this very thought. Her lips curled cruelly. Phantom - the very wolf she hated deeply. A burning pain shot her deep in her chest, the pain of anger and rage- she wanted Phantom dead... or dismembered at least. Either one of them brought a gruesome smile to her lips when thought about.

Glancing back to Tarkah, her mind steadily rolling back to reality - she admired the sadness in these Drappa's orbs. Despite having to be strong and true for the other pack mates, she could always show Demon her true emotions - or it seemed that way at least. Nuzzling the soft, ivory pelt, Demon sighed - turning to look Tarkah straight in the eyes once more. Keeping her head awkwardly lower for respect, or attempting to at least. [Stupid tallness!]

"I do not wish to discuss my selfish matters - although, no doubt they are obvious to your intelligence... As for love, I believe that things happen for a reason... and now we must move of from the past - yes, remember it if you will, yet don't let it affect you... think of the good times, and learn from the bad... we need to move on from our sour hearts Tarkah, we really do...."

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[Tarkah]

Takrah's golden eyes traveled onto the ebon frame of her sister and shook her head.

"Everyone is selfish at times. And I cannot believe that no varg is ever selfish." Murred Tarkah. Her lips curling in a grin.

The night was still young and the shadows seemed to curl itself around the tree's, painting the landscape darker. It's vivid shadow's dancing, swaying with the breeze.

Tarkah almost snarled for the thoughts running through her mind brought many memories. Memories of joy and memories of the saddened. Though they were all memories of long ago. So very long ago it seemed. Tarkah sighed. Where had the time gone in the past seasons? Tarkah thought with grief. How she would give anything to go back in time. Fix the broken, relive the wonderful. Return to the days of mischief and crime. Give away the days of responsibility and work. Though Tarkah knew she loved both. And she could not let her pack down.

Her eyes turned to gaze at Demon and sighed, her ebon ears flickering as she heard the eboness speak. Tarkah thought over her words. True Tarkah knew what Demon desired. Demon was as close as a sister as anyone could have gotten and Phantom was like a daughter to her. She had watched the young Phantom grow from a mere pup to a strong she wolf. All of this happening under Tarkah's watchful eye.

But what was she to do? Step down from her position and surely the two females would be tearing at each other's throats. Tarkah closed her eyes and shook her muzzle at the thought. Though it was natural for this behavior. Tarkah only frowned upon it, knowing both sides with a fair love. But like Demon had said she would not discuss nor think about it any more.

Tarkah shrugged and let out a growl, her talons clenching as they dug into the soft earth and she dragged them through the soil, cutting through it like a knife. "Don't you see Demon? It's too late for me" Tarkah murmured, her golden orbs were aglow with malice and sadness. The ivory drappa was always the one to listen. She was the one who could put on a facade and pretend she was joyful and happy. She could still look happy even though her world was falling apart. But tonight...tonight Tarkah fell, along with her world.

Her eyes glazed and she shut them,
"He has cut a wound so deep in my heart that it may never heal. The wound so fresh that it still bleeds. The wound so vivid that it leaves a bright scar. Something that will stay, leeched there forever. He has clung himself upon my heart for forever." Tarkah spoke. Her voice chipped, though at times her words were spoken with a hiss.

Tarkah nodded, "I know dear sister we must move on." she said. Tarkah smiled at the thought of happy memories, but somehow they seemed to transform into sour ones. Tarkah sighed.

"He keeps on coming back DemonTarkah whispered. "I've waited for him so long. So long that I have forgotten myself. So long that the last time we were together, seemed like a dream. A Dream that was to be forgotten once one wakes up. I would give anything to relive those dreams. But every time I have given up, let my heart turn hard, he returns. Returns to tell me he loves me. Returns to tell me he needs me. Returns to tell me that he has never left and never will again. Returns to mend my broken heart and then like the spring breeze he leaves."

Tarkah padded for wards and dipped her head. "What am I to do Sister" she whispered so softly that she was not even sure that Demon had heard her mellow voice.

((sorry icky post but I'm sleeepy! Unlike you Demon who stays up all night...err morning that is? ack w/e!))

[† Demon †]

I do not stay up all the time... we just got a time difference... so meh =P
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A smile formed on the femme's lips, not one that many wolves had seen before. Many would see her evil grins, her cruel smirks, her taunting smiles - yet tonight the female possessed one of kindness. No matter how bad she felt inside, her heart always was good around the place of her sister. The reason was unknown to Demon. Maybe it was love? Well, of course it was. Tarkah was the only wolf who she'd ever felt love for - the love of a sister that is anyway. Glancing around, orbs sparkled in shadows that danced around with glorious feelings, the ebony beast felt curious of how such darkness could be so happy - a tinge of envy for shadows forming in her mind. Looking back at the white Drappa, her auds twitched sadly at the words she heard. The female's tone was so light, so full of sadness that Demon could hardly retrace the memories of happiness that these two female's had shared so many suns and moons ago.

Dipping her head closer to the white angel, she nuzzled her softly. A small salty tear fell from her poisoned orbs - not for sadness of herself, yet in agony of what her sister felt. Shuddering as a breeze caught her by surprise, she turned away for a moment or two - listening to the wind as it recalled one of the happiest memories in her mind. "And we'll always be friends forever?"..."Yeah, forever..." A smile took hold of her lips, for once she thought not of Markaz or any signs of pain, for once she not thought about death and destruction, yet she thought of merely her cub-hood. The time in her life were mischief and chaos was what these two female's had caused these valleys - winding themselves up into mountains of trouble, only to find their ways out of it within suns of doing so. Looking deeply into orbs of golden opposing her, she stood high and proudly. Never once removing the smile that glistened on her dark maw.

"You talk of such pains, yet Tarkah, my sister, do you not remember the times when we feared nothing, felt nothing but happiness? That can all be relived, all be revived... It just takes two of us..."

Her words rolled off her tongue with a strong tone - for once, the female knew it was her turn to listen, to stay strong for the white female. Usually it would of been the shadow in trouble, yet now the light, the beautiful light, had sufferings to solve. Nuzzling her kind, warm-hearted sister again, she sighed and shook her head sadly. Demon had heard her lowered tone, and knew not of what to say, nor do for that matter. She wished she did, yet nothing could take away her selfish desires. Those ugly, selfish desires that built into hatred for the one who had stolen them from her - Phantom. Throwing the thought hastily toward the back of her secluded mind, she watched the white female. Her pain was clear, her agony was crystal. It was killing Demon inside to even experience such a thing. Looking toward a darkened sky, stars twinkled with their strangled beauty - causing even the darkest heart to smile as they lifted you from your paws and took you high into the world of dreams. Yet, dreams were misleading - to a lurking stupidity they could seem exciting, and successful, yet they were mere shadows of things that were impossible... yet then a thought came to mind. When a cub, Tarkah and Demon had done the impossible, sought to do and try their hardest with anything and everything that was labeled such a thing - they had succeeded. Her mind scrambled up into nothingness - Demon was totally clueless on what to say to the white she-wolf... and to be honest, it hurt her inside. Cut her open with a knife and tore out her heart with passionate fists of fire. Sighing, the black demon looked atop her sister's form once more.

"You have to try, Tarkah. We used to try and succeed. The impossible is possible - we learned that when young. Now stop lurking in shadows and memories... Let's help each other, and learn from what we did as cubs.. A memory like that is worth remembering... Save our souls, and save our minds - let's relive our cub-hood, and revive our hearts... Savvy?"

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[Tarkah]

Wishes Don't come true...
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Tarkah turned her gaze upon the ebon beauty, her auds flickering under the midnight shades. Tarkah's keen sight had caught Demon's smile. A rare sight for many to see, But Tarkah was one that was lucky to have been able to witness such a glorious act. So long had it been since the two females had shared a smile, shared a laugh it seemed that to curl their lips into something other then a snarl seemed alien. But right there and then, as Tor's moonlight assaulted the darkened lands, the snowy white femora's lips curled into a smile. One that was genuine, one that could only speak of love and devotion to kinship.

For moons Tarkah had been dangling from tangled heartstrings , her happiness and everything that mattered seemed to have shattered into tiny crystalline pieces. But perhaps they had not broken at all.

Tarkah lifted her head up, Gold meeting Emerald and Tarkah was enveloped in a wave of memories, flooding back to the days of careless frolicking. It had all seemed to be a dream. Perhaps because it felt so enriched with happiness and laughter. But even though it felt faint Tarkah knew deep down that everything was true. She looked toward Demon, her heart determined to lure her, believe what her sister said, but a force told her that they were figments of her own desires. Her own wishes. Taunting her. Ebon lips parted as Tarkah spoke,

"But sister, so long ago they were. Haven't these times melted away long ago? Like shadows under the ray of light?" Tarkah spoke softly. "How can we revive the things we've lost? When it feels like we've never had them at all... How I wish we could relieve those days of heart filled laughter, but Demon, sister. Wishes never come true" Tarkah whispered now, her head dipped in hesitation.

How she wanted this all to be, but how could she move on when so much still anchored her down? 'it just takes two of us'. The words reminded Tarkah of the possibilities. and they seemed to hold a predestined truth to it. The ring to it seemed perfect. Tarkah took a deep intake of breath, all they were waiting for was her. The one that would complete the duo.

How the words spoken by Demon seemed to attack Tarkah. And so the ivory wolf seemed to wake up to reality after each word that slipped forth from the ebon wolfess's lips. Tarkah tilted her head, she could see that same flicker of life that bloomed in Demon's eyes. She remembered seeing them, so long ago yet so often in the cub hood of their lives. And so they have rekindled.

"Revive our lives..." Tarkah whispered and for what seemed decades her lips curled into the purest smile she could have ever made and nodded. "Perhaps.." Tarkah said thinking about their puppy hood days and their trouble some adventures.,
" I think it's about time.... I bet they'd have missed us by now"
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...They are just Figments of your imagination

[† Demon †]

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A dark smile gripped hold of the ebony maw that rested near to ivory white. Her auds twitched as words of her liking floated relentlessly through her ears. Nuzzling her sister, she gave a small lick to the pale white fur that was so soft, and so comfortable to this forlorn soul. Glancing around, she suddenly noticed that her form was no longer in shadows of darkest fears - the light had encircled the two of them. It amazed her, had Tarkah revived the light within her soul? Given her purpose for this long forgotten lifestyle she possessed? Demon didn't know, and to be quite blunt, the dark femme cared not to know. All she knew was that this was a new emotion to her, and she enjoyed it.

"I'm glad you made your choice Tarkah, a good one at that. Don't fear anything but fear itself... but, when I say that, I don't mean fear me either. I may be a scary b***h, but I think I'm only halfway there to being fear itself at the moment..."

Chuckling, she was truly in awe about her sudden transformations. No longer did a subconscious thought of blind rage possess her mind - now it just filled itself with memories of a long forgotten past, a past which would soon be relived, remade, and recovered. Obviously, things wouldn't be completely the same - for they had grown into adults now, but as far as fun, and happiness go ... well, the two demons could wreak havoc and chaos wherever they pleased now. They would once again be inseparable - at least, that was the plan. Demon just had one thing to make clear first.

"Tarkah. You know of my misfortunes, and hatred that I have been handed in life ... and, you know of Markaz' departure - never to return. Well, he left us with a little gift, something I'm sure he'd love us to ruin the Balkar with. He left me with a son Tarkah. Lestat is his name... But! You cannot breathe a word of his connections with me - if you do so, Markaz' last wishes, and my dream will break into nothingness, and I will in debt of Markaz for all eternity. This is my last request, my last mark of love - I need your help ... Do you oblige?"

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