MY SECRET NAME IS TERROR ! [open]

[THANATOS !]

T H A N A T O S
LOVING YOU IS NOTHING NEW, IT'S SELF MUTILATION

<sup>Thanatos was not in a good mood, to put things lightly. He felt frustrated, confused. so lost in his own mind that he didn't know what to think anymore. Oh, and there was the small matter of the very persistent apparition that kept following him around. It was a young female, her form barely visible in the dim light of an overcast day, her eyes the only thing completely tangible. The (unusually) tall male sat upon the river's banks, his ears perked, head cocked to the side, his blackened eyes glittering with concern and a hint of annoyance. Spirits came to him for guidance most of the time, a way to cross over to the other side, but this one was determined to nag him until he dropped dead or something dramatically morbid like that. The iridescent ghostly figure hovered over the calm, clear waters of the river, her eyes large and pleading.

"Please, m'lord. Help me." The ghost's voice seemed very far away, as if her mind was reaching out to some distant memory, Thanatos fidgeted in his place, his ears twitching. He WANTED to help her, but he was not a god. He couldn't give her what she wanted. Thanatos shook his slim head as he got to his paws, His handsome features contorted into something grave as he stared at the ghost, seeing how the pain of memories long since passed affected her, even in death. This made him think about his own death, if he were to come back to earth as a restless spirit, constantly searching for answers he would never find. His black eyes softened, his baritone voice gossamer as he spoke, as if he were talking to a lover.

"I'm very sorry, but I cannot give you what you wish."

The ghost's form evaporated even further as he spoke, her eyes growing sadder and sadder with each word. Thanatos felt a horrible stabbing pity in his heart for her. How badly he wanted to return her mortality to her. It wasn't fair, sometimes. Listening to the ghosts' stories made him incredibly crestfallen, especially if there was nothing he could do to help them. It was even worse when the spirits he encountered were the ones he killed a few years back, all the lives he took, all the blood he had shed. Thanatos was not a bad wolf, merely one of habit. Once he started launching assaults and killing those unfortunate souls, he couldn't stop. A rather vicious circle.

"B-but you promised!" The ghostly femme wailed forlornly, her form almost completely gone. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The ghost let out a noise that sounded like a sob, then well, floated across the river to his side, her eyes big, her form barely there.

"I can't!" Thanatos replied, a hint of anger in his calm tone. "I am no god, I cannot breathe life back into you."

The ghost's eyes glowed red with fury. "Curse you," the ghost whispered bitterly. "CURSE YOU!"

With those as her parting words, she vanished into the air, little more than a few particles of fog. Thanatos felt a huge weight upon his broad shoulders. What did the damn thing insist he do? Work miracles? Thanatos sighed a heavy sigh and sat back down, his eyes returning to their normal shade of gray. Sometimes he really hated dead things.</sup>

[Ɨlluƨion.]

I L L U S I O N !!

He had wanted to get away from the waves, roaring up the beach, advancing on him to drag him under the crushing sea, smothering him in brine. He had run miles into neutral land so he did not have to listen to the thunder of the waterfall as he slept. Even if he knew he had to go back to Flyanta territory in not very long, it was overwhelming him right now. He wanted to spend a few nights on dry ground, under the calming stars, the only sounds that of the wind rustling the grass. No ripples or chuckles of stream over the round stones, no splashing and crashing, no disgusting smell of fish or salt. It wasn’t that his pack would even notice their lowliest omega gone from the territory, anyway. They probably didn’t want the sniveling brat around, so he felt like he was obliging that wish.

The arctic wolf shut his eyes and sighed at the troubling thought, suddenly feeling very, very alone in the world. He knew that this was one trouble he could not escape by walking away from it. Everyone he met he greeted with one of his friendliest smiles, but not many wolves flashed grins at him in return. It was a tad unfair to say that everyone was out to get him, but that’s how he felt sometimes. Sadly, he lifted his silver gaze skyward, when his ears suddenly swiveled forward and around. He stood stark still, like a startled deer trying to figure out what was awry. Was that a bubbling sound? He inched forward, tail tucked slightly between his legs, straining to hear it. And when he did finally figure out the sound, it was already too late to turn back; he perched on the edge of a rock, staring, swallowing.

Water.

And a hell of a lot of it.

Illusion staggered back, his hind paw slipping on the slick stone, and he fell on his chin. Jaw smarting, he whimpered pitifully and scooted back, away from the rapids. The water was running quickly here, leaping over the stones, frothing and dancing and trying to seduce him into jumping in. He did not have the strength to use even a light breeze to push the vapor away from him. Trembling, he managed to stand and edged away further, walking along the shore, attempting to find a place to cross. Should he turn back? Had he come too far for that? He shook his head furiously, then lifted his eyes to many yards on the slope above, where a tall form was silhouetted against the overcast sky.

His breath caught in his throat. The male was handsome in a menacing sort of way, with narrow features and sinewy, stilt-like legs—overlooking that, he was beautiful. But the sigh that escaped his lips and his downcast aura pulled at the Flyanta wolf’s heartstrings, and soon his paws. As if a puppet, he shakily approached the male. His scent was that of another pack, one whose name didn’t seem to reach his foggy mind. His eyes drawn to his grey-toned fur, he did not look at the path ahead of him. When he finally jerked back to reality, it was the hand of freezing, choking water that did it.

Illusion howled in shock as he fell into the river, and his legs churned instinctively before locking up with a stillness that took over his entire form. He felt water rush into his nostrils and burn his lungs with ice, and had not the strength to gasp when cold air hit his face. The current steered him against a broad rock, fortunately not sharp and jagged like some. What oxygen he held was knocked out of him as he slammed against it, caught for the moment, water still pulling at his fur. The edges of his vision were starting to turn black, and he stared around fearfully. He was nestled between the rock and the bank, but his paws did not register the dry land he was clawing at. He gathered himself for one inhale and one hoarse whisper.

“Help me.”

[T H i R T E E N »]

T H I R T E E N
dry every tear in my eye, can you tell me why?

<sub>It had been a long time since she had left the safety of her own pack boundaries, marked by her and her friend’s scents. Long days and nights she spent there, hardly ever venturing into the outside world. Still, it was a nice spring day and she was feeling rather sociable, something which came out quite often now a days. Her confidence had gained a sudden boost from nowhere, and she was making the most of it. She actually had no idea where she was going either, which was a first. Normally, her mind would be focused on planning out routes on where she was going, a rather typical Goronzo trait of sorts. The sky was clear, a few clouds here and there, but the air around her was light. So were her steps. To those of a further distance, it would look like she was jumping around, but she was messing with the air, making it look like she was jumping. No, her steps were light and easy, just how she was feeling today. Many believed her to be an Air Elemental, because of what she could do. But they were completely wrong. Like they normally were about her as a wolf in general. But she had learnt to deal with that, and the stereotype which came along with her. Rolling her eyes, she skipped along merrily as the sun, ears twitching as the sound of running water caught her attention easily. Neutral territory was not her speciality, but it defiantly sounded like some rapid or other fast-flowing water. Stopping in her tracks, she seemed to rise up in the air, neck craned to get a better look into the distance. Yes, it was rapids. Smiling, she lowered herself down to the ground without any noise or fuss. Perhaps there would be someone to talk to over there.

Humming as she turned in the direction of the rapids, her tail swayed in the air. She always kept it there, despite it normally being a sign of hostility. Being an Alphess was a tough job to her, but she liked it. Even if she did have to be strict at times. But…that was why she appointed her friend Daemon to her side. He was slightly opposite to her in a few ways, being the strictest of the pair. Once or twice she would get comments off her other wolves, asking why they weren’t mates. That question, she always let side past. She hated answering it. Sighing as she thought about it, the pale rose-tinted female walked on a little quicker, clearing her head. “Why do they always ask me? Can a guy and a girl not role as friends anymore? Such a tragedy.” Lowering her head to the ground, she took in a deep breath. It did smell like spring; new grass, flowers lingering in the air. Something else seemed to catch her attention too. There was…shouting, well…arguing more like it. And she recognized the voice too. It seemed as if one of her wolves, male if she was correct was involved. Stopping again, she looked to the sky, then back ahead. Trying to pinpoint the voice from such a short distance was hard work, even for her. Listing the names of the wolves in her head along with their elements, she found a match. She believed it to be one of her soldiers, Thanatos. She knew not of any other wolf that was most likely to be heard talking to himself, or even shouting to himself. Perhaps he was dealing with more spirits and ghosts again. The fur rose down her spine for a moment as she shuddered. Having to listen to all of those cries for help must be awful for a wolf’s mental state.

Trotting off again, she entered the area of the rapids. The waters were clear and foaming white. It seemed lovely, apart from the noise. Taking a step deeper, she froze rigid. Something wasn’t right. Thanatos wasn’t talking any more, but she swore another voice hit her. Regaining control of her body, she sharply turned to one side, blazing orange eyes falling on a fading shadow under the water, bubbles rising and fading from the same spot. “Oh dear…NO!” Howling her last word, she scampered over to the slippery rocks, stopping before the first. Eyes shifting rapidly around, she had no idea what to do. Her Gravity would find it hard to control the water. Cursing under her breath, she slid onto one of the rocks, jumped to the next and stopped again. Taking a deep breath, she shoved her head under, feeling the pressure of the water against her skull. Lifting it back up again, her took a deep breath and became rigid again. She had seen the wolf under the water. “This had better work…” Forcing her head under again, her eyes widened fully as the waters pressure slowly lessened, the waves slowing a little. She was a small wolf, but could just about manage to make anything lighter than what it really was. Grabbing onto the scruff of the white wolf, she closed her eyes. Her body went lighter, floating off the rock. She tried to drag the other out of the water, feeling the soaking mass of fur getting lighter as well. Pushing back against the rock, she pulled hard, getting her body into the air. Going backwards until she was on land, she placed the wolf down gently, letting go and turning to Thanatos. “Help me, this poor wolf drown!” Unwilling to wait for a response, she turned her attention back to the pile of white. Male, she could just about smell his scent.

Pushing the male onto his side, she didn’t bother to shake his pelt as she nudged at his chest with her muzzle. “Come on! Breathe!” Nudging harder, she kept pushing into his ribs and chest. She didn’t want to see a death, not by water or anything else for that matter. No wolf deserved to die by water.</sub>

[PANDORA !]

Trotting along in her own little pace, Pandora smiled. It was a beautiful spring day. Flowers were blooming everywhere, the air was fresh, and birds were singing. With each little step of her's, a mysterious light seemed to curl up around her paws and disappear with a flash. She was a Light element, after all. Flicking her harks above her head, she took in a deep breath of the air. Sighing, she slowed her bouncing to a mere walk. She was giving herself a headache. Groaning loudly, she clattered her teeth together. Being so far from the Flyanta territory was strange. She had never been in this part of Nevermore before. It was all too strange. As the birds fluttered above her head, Pandora looked around. She could hear more water. As if she hadn't seen enough water. Everywhere she looked back home, there was water. 'More water..? Just when I thought I could not get enough of the damn stuff. It's everywhere!' Shaking her head and letting her ears flop against her skull, Pandora trotted on, continuing with her little bounce-step action. The River Rapids was a grotesque place to hang about. Tree swayed with the cool breeze, and everything seemed happy. It was kind of nice. Everyone back home was a little full of themselves. However, the female tried to not be so self-centered. Then, almost dragging her out of her thoughts, a voice in earshot could be heard. Blinking one or two times, Pandora stopped walking and sat down, turning her head in which the voice had come from. She couldn't hear what they had said the first time, but she could hear what they had said the second time. "I'm very sorry, but I cannot give you what you wish. Wish? What wish? Getting up, and walking in the direction of the noise, Pandora stretched a wide smirk across her face, listening for any more voices.

Pushing her way through a few bushes, the wolfess found herself at the edge of a river. Its rapids were indeed great, and she feared of falling in. Licking her lips, Pandora watched as the rapids splashed against the rocks. It would indeed hurt to fall in. Just then, another voice was directed at something. Turning her head, she found a male wolf near the river. She squinted and looked around to see what he was talking to, but she couldn't find anything. He was most likely of the ghost element, and she was sure of it. Sighing, a few hints of golden light emitted from her jaws, and she took a step forward. I am no god, I cannot breathe life back into you. So he was a wolf of the Ghost element. Grinning, Pandora licked at her lips. It must be terrible to see and hear the beings that have long since passed.

Just as fast as she had gotten there, another wolf seemed to have appear from nowhere. Turning to look, she could tell that the wolf was a female. She was a soft pink. She was beautiful. The female hopped from rock to rock like a mad dog with rabies. What was she after? Looking towards the river, bubbles popped at the surface. Blinking, Pandora edged her way to the river's edge. Lowering her head down to the water, she noticed that the river seemed to slow and the rapids became less..well, rapid. Narrowing her eyes as the female pushed her way off of the rock and drug the white male to the bank, she noticed it was Illusion. Breathing heavy, she looked over at Thanatos, who was being instructed to help. They knew each other? What a shame. Growling, Pandora hauled herself to Illusions side. Groaning, Pandora muttered something under her breath. 'Illusion..you fool.' Almost pushing over the other female, Pandora prodded Illusion's maw. Turning her head to look down at the female, she studied her features. She looked like an alphess.. Yes. Now it was all too familiar. Narrowing her eyes, she smiled. Her pink optics rested on the females face. 'Ah, Thirteen. The alphena of the Goranzo. It is a pleasure to meet you.' Turning her attention back to Illusion, she bent down at his side. A part of her told her that she hoped he lived and that everyone deserved to live, while another part of her told herself that he should be punished for wandering so close to the water. Growling at her thoughts, she pushed her muzzle to the fur on his neck and muttered. 'Please..make it out of this mess alive, Illusion. The pack needs you.' Almost at the soft sound of her words, her eyes lit up a soft pink, and then the light disappeared.

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[THANATOS !]

T H A N A T O S
CHIVALRY WILL GET YOU SOMEWHERE. RIVALRY WILL TAKE YOU THERE.

<sup>Everything was happening so very fast. Thanatos barely had time to blink. Thunder crashed in the clouds above, making him snap out of his dull trance. A voice, a scent, an adoring look from some young looking male (?!), and then a splash. Thanatos jumped to his giant paws, slim head swinging around to yet another wolf, this one much more familiar than the other. Thirteen, his alphess. The female had come out of no where (or maybe she was there before. Ghosts could be very distracting), and got to the drowning wolf before he did. Thanatos felt a little stupid, his head titled to the side, his eyes glazed over from shock and exhaustion. He watched numbly as Thirteen used her gravitational talents to lift the male to land. A flash of admiration flickered in his thoughts for his leader as she frantically tried to help the bogged down male. It was only at the sound of her pleading, did he snap out of his lulled state. The male padded over to his leader's side, keeping a mask of composure, ignoring the OTHER female at the half drowned wolf's side. His gray eyes flickered left and right, from the two females, to the male, to the darkening sky. What the hell could he do? He TALKED to the dead, he didn't HEAL them. A wave of confusion crashed over Thanatos. Did his affinity with the dead help him heal? If it did, he didn't know it. Oh, well. Might as well try.

"Excuse me," Thanatos muttered softly, slipping past the two females, feeling a little annoyed with the one who knew the half drowned wolf. Being polite was a virtue of Thanatos's, so he refused to say anything to her. Besides, this really wasn't the time to be getting into arguments, right? Such things seemed petty to the soldier in that instant. Death was something he was extremely connected to. The ghosts and the memories tied to it made it so he could never forget what he did or where he came from. The last thing he needed was another death in his paws. Not if he could help it, anyway. The problem was...how to help the wolf? Thirteen seemed to be on the right track. He had to get the water out of the male's lungs before he drowned internally. Thanatos crouched down to the soggy mop of white fur, his gray eyes suddenly turning a frightening shade of black, swallowing his pupils. This was a sure sign of death.

"Dammit!" Thanatos cursed loudly, a small growl rumbling in his chest. "Do NOT die on me..." He lowered his tone, the sharp edge of his growl making him seem angrier than he was. Sure, death was never a good thing for anyone, but especially for him. If this wolf died in front of him right then, he would never forgive himself...Oh, and there was the small matter of the wolf coming back and haunting him for the rest of his life. The Gods know that he didn't need any more of that. Thanatos really didn't have a plan, but he just knew that the water needed to be gone. He nudged the small scrap of fur onto its back, then Thanatos took one of his large paws and pressed down on the male's chest forcibly, but not so hard as to break a rib...or so he'd hoped. His black eyes flickered upward to the male's maw, seeing water dribble out the side. That was an improvement, right? Thanatos growled softly, his ears drawing back upon his sleek skull. He felt another presence, one that none of the others would be able to see. He lifted his head and saw the young female that had been haunting him for the past couple of days. She stood before him, her frame visible, tendrils of ghostly smoke wrapping around her legs. Her eyes were wide and sad as she looked upon the drowned wolf.

"So young," her twinkling voice sent chills down his spine. "Like me." Thanatos shook his head and snapped his eyes shut, willing for the ghost to leave him. He couldn't deal with her right now. "Thanatosss," the ghost practically hissed his name, making him open his eyes to look her in her pale eyes. "Play God, Thanatos. Just this once. I could not be saved, but he can. Very easily." The ghost smiled a thin smile then vanished into the moisture filled air. Thanatos felt that same heavy weight upon his shoulders. Why the hell did spirits have to be so cryptic? Nevertheless, the spirit was right. He needed to play God...Just this once.</sup>

[Ɨlluƨion.]

I L L U S I O N !!

Air—where was it?

The white wolf flailed in the water, oxygen leaving his body at a fearful rate, and as his eyes peeked open he saw the bubbles his thrashing formed. His hind paws hit the rocks, and he squeezed his eyes shut again. So this was the end of him. Drowning. What a way for a hydrophobic wolf to go. He would have screamed had he the voice to do so. He half-floated, trembling, the water jerking at him, trying to get hold of him. Thrusting into his nostrils and throat, to invade or squeeze shut his lungs. His vision was gone when he tried to look up again, and he was sure that he was staring at the abyss that was death. Where were the gods? Was it hell? It was still so wet and cold—

He was mostly unconscious moments after he felt the prick of teeth on his scruff. Dragged through the water, his compact body was heaved onto dry land. The faintest of senses were still fading from his bedraggled form. He was so dizzy, was shivering badly, unable to cough up the water that splashed around in his screaming lungs. A warm, soft muzzle pressed against his frame, and a trickle of water left his lips as he heard the voice. He couldn’t understand the murmur, couldn’t place who was poking his ribs with their velvet nose.

A more familiar presence had come and spoken his name before his body started to get stiller, and his hearing went away again. What was happening to him? He tried to run, tried to leap up and escape the rapids and go back to Flyanta. He managed, opening his eyes—or so he thought. He blinked at the sad-looking female wolf, who was all he seemed to notice at first. “So young,” she was whispering as she watched him. “Like me.” He cocked his head in confusion, attempting to approach her and ask what was wrong, then fell into a coughing fit as something slammed into him.

A shudder ran through him, and he weakly vomited water as someone forced pressure onto his chest. The first inhale he took burned his nose and throat and made him whimper with what little sound he could form. He twisted and curled onto his side, bringing his forepaws up to his chest, and coughed harshly again. Two slices of sliver were now visible in his face, as his eyes tried to distinguish his blurry surroundings. With each breath he took, his vision began to clear. He enriched the atmosphere around him with oxygen and managed to fully open his eyes.

Turned onto his side as he was, Illusion first became aware of the wolf who had said his name. Staring wearily into those unforgettable pink eyes, he cracked a flimsy and forced smile. “Hiya, Pan.” His voice sounded horrible, coming out as a hoarse croak that he was ashamed of. He soon was able to smell his packmate, making her presence there all the more real, as he searched further with a turn of his head. A regal-looking wolf with rose tinged fur stood, and he saw from her drenched head that she must have been his savior. His expression turned to that of incredulity. He’d never seen her before, so why had she done that? Maybe she’d mistaken him for someone else. Yes, that made more sense.

The white wolf trembled with exhaustion and fear before his eyes fell upon the last of the trio of wolves who had rushed to his aid. He stiffened, ears back, as he gazed upon the male from before. His expression had been that of concern as well, some mix of desperation and anger that made his heart skip a beat. The female may have been the one to physically drag him from the water, but this guy, judging from his moist paws and the oh-so-close proximity, had pulled him out of a scarier place. His eyes widened in realization, and he continued to crouch, shuddering with terror at how close he had come, as the close presence of the male did nothing to ease his trembling.

Suddenly he frowned and lifted his muzzle slightly. He did not know if it was just the prior deprivation of oxygen that was messing with his head, but something was missing. “Where’s the other female?” he asked quietly, unable to grasp just what he had seen moments before he woke. “She started to talk to me; she looked really sad.” He flicked drops of liquid from his ears and attempted to curl up, trying to find heat from his moist body as he shivered with the addition of cold. The spring day was warmer than others, but it didn’t help him out much. He thought he could hear thunder in the distance. Thunder meant storm. Meant rain. Halle-freaking-lujah (end sarcasm).

He wearily looked to the Goranzo wolves, finally recognizing their scent from the borders, not that he had met any still. He whispered hoarsely, “Who are you? Why’d you save me?” His eyes fixated on the male's narrow, handsome face, a bit shyly, then darted quickly to the female. He wasn’t particularly ungrateful, just confused. He twisted his ears toward the river and emitted a tiny whimper once again. Though he rarely swore, he growled in a tone that said this is entirely not funny, “I’m so fucking scared of water.”

ooc: the end is kind of weird and choppy as I wrote it at two in the morning xD

[T H i R T E E N »]

T H I R T E E N
dry every tear in my eye, can you tell me why?

<sub>She hadn’t any idea how long she had been pushing against the other mane’s chest with her muzzle, she had lost count after twenty times. Her mind really wasn’t with her at the moment which wasn’t like her at all. Bright orange eyes were half-closed as she pulled back, panting a little. Small dribbles of water appeared from the side of the white male’s mouth. Something must be working. She smiled a little, shaking her coat of the water. Sure she was still half-drenched, but at least she was a bit drier. Turning to look over to see in Thanatos would he aiding her, something else caught her attention instead, her mind coming back to reality. Running, or fast-walking over, was another female. Typically of a similar if not the same breed as she herself was, the newcomer’s coat was a very pale grey, close to an off-white tone. That didn’t make her take notice, oh no. There was something else to take notice of. Her eyes. They were the brightest shade of magenta-pink she had ever seen, a rival to the burning orange ones she herself held. It was such a shock to her. She had grown up all of her life seeing shades of amber, gold and yellow, the occasional blue thrown into the mix for those wolves that never outgrew their ‘puppy eyes’. If she could, she would have let her jaw drop. But, there were more pressing issues to deal with. Giving a small nod as she turned back to the male, she felt her body slightly tumbling to one side. Shaking her head and pushing herself up with a quick force, she looked back over to the new female who was also trying to help. She smelt of another pack, which she couldn’t quite place.

A small smile worked onto her face as she spoke. At least she knew of her rank, unlike most every other pack-wolf. Nodding lightly again, she stepped back. “Why thank you darling. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Granted, not under circumstances I would have liked.” Making the latter part of her sentence fade away into the thundering sky, she watched as her Soldier came over. So relieved was she that he was around, at least he could keep a rather spiritual eye on things. Sighing, she had no idea what to do next. Her head was all over the shop. Altering the gravity around one object or herself was rather an easy task for her now a-days. She had practiced it constantly until she had perfected it. But, around two objects…or herself and a rather…wet and bulky male wolf…that took a lot of energy out of her. Head lowering and falling a little to the side, her tail went down completely, legs shaking for a moment. Eyes closing, she sighed again. The male had better get through it, because otherwise…well, she would never live it down. Not getting there in time. All of the options were piling on her head. Eyes burst open again as her legs stopped shaking, tail rising again as she stepped forward. She had to do something. She was the figure here, she held an Alpha rank. Sure, her power was useless outside her walls, but it had to count for something in the loner-lands, right? Watching as both the female and Thanatos tried to remove the water trapped in his lungs, she smiled slightly again. It wasn’t really the time for smiles, but she felt unusually proud. Taking another step forward, she watched more water running from the male’s mouth. Perhaps he would make it after all. But, her thoughts shifted again. Thanatos was growling and hissing. He was being pestered by something. “Thanatos…” She muttered, lowering her head again.

Looking to the sky, something made her flinch. Not more thunder. A crackling noise and…coughing! Sharply looking down, she saw that the male was spluttering everywhere, trying to get his lungs to work. It was an alarming, yet wonderful sight. As he looked up to the pink-eyed female, she took on the name. Was her name Pan, or was it a nickname of some kind? Bringing her full attention back, the male talked about some other female. Perhaps he was a Ghost-seer as well. Shrugging a little, she watched him huddle up for warmth, the cold and wet probably getting to him by now. She wanted to sympathize with him, tell him everything was fine and he was safe. But, that would probably look rather bad. She ‘had Daemon’ according to everyone else, so it wouldn’t be good if she were to huddle next to him and offer him some warmth incase word got out and her secret was to be let out to the entire wolf population of Nevermore. And at the moment, she didn’t want that to happen. She tilted her head to one side as she and Thanatos were both spoken to. Smiling softly, she bent down, knees bent. “I am so glad you are alright. I am Thirteen, Alphess of Goronzo.” Turning her head to Thanatos as if she were pointing to him, she spoke again; “And Thanatos, is one of my Soldiers.” Looking back to the male, she rose again, still smiling. At least she was fully conscious and able to talk. She hadn’t prepared herself for any kind of tragedy.</sub>