ORIGIN

As yes, to have such a willing and dependent creature was a pleasant thing. It was also, at times, annoying. As she saw it, they needed her to coddle them and stroke them and tell them how much she cared. Frankly, she didn't, but it was enough build up to have something to rip apart again, feeding a cycle that was destructive and quite enjoyable. For her, that is. Except this part. The part where she had to play extra nice. It didn't take long for her to feel disgusted. With a shove, she made an attempt to knock him down, turning toward the entry-way of their home, peering out into the green room.

"You never got to meet her, but do you remember me speaking of Jasmine? I feel her again. She's alive, after all. I'm going to have to find her, soon, but for now..."

Those red eyes turned back to Vuiligheid, a menacing look shaping the features of her face. With well-placed steps, she approached him again, balling up her trunk like a fist and swinging, hard. When she was done with her deed, she looked down upon him, snorting bloodied snot onto is face.

"Allow another into my home again and your fate will be your brother's. Dust."

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