Cold Mornings

The small body tucks itself as best it can in the crook of some limbs, nestled high up in the withered tree set in the dead center of a cemetery to look out across the high fence and streets of the quiet city that morning in thought. The long tapering tail coiling itself around the fat limb itself helped stable the small demon as she rested, lost herself in melancholy thoughts of loneliness once again. Why had no one called. No one tried to contact to her to see how she was? To see if she was okay? It seemed like the only one's that did care were Mei,Venom, Soy and Taz. And her father and mum...

She lets her head rest back against the rough splintery bark of the tree behind her tiny wings, the wood digging in a little each time she happened to squirm around. It was getting uncomfortable for her more and more the further she got, her body growing ripe and soon she'd pop. Fear actually gripped her that moment as she dwelled on the thoughts of when the day is coming. All those years she swore it'd never happen. She fought it tooth and nail, denying them that privalege...but this time, she didn't stop it. She had stopped the potion she had asked Hadyn so long ago to prepare for her and now she only waits for the day that something new will be born...

But why?...Why has no one asked how she is when she's not been in the city? Where are all that had said they are her friends and gone on about saying they'd be there for her?..the little demon sighs and the glossy black orbs drops down to the tombs and head pieces around her, listening to the whisperings of the dead speak to her and try to soothe the demon childe. But she found no comfort this morning in their words, for once wanting to hear a breath from the living talking to her.

Someone more then just her father's company. Or her mother's kind, soft body holding her too late too little. Though she found comfort in her new found mother's arms, she hardly new her birth mother. She hardly knows herself anymore..who she is..what she is..

From her thoughts, movement catches her eyes, she turns her head and casts her gaze towards the street and courthouse again to see lycans wandering around the court yard casually and sighs, pulling the hair down over her head to hide the blinding white threads of her mane so they don't spot her moving about so early in their hunt and just curls up within the canopy of branches to nap and wait for her parents to wake up while the city of Obsidian, her new home, wakes up slowly.