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<P> It's been a few days since Ody had called the meeting, summoning all members to see the numbers and potential. Right now, Persephone new very little about the other wolves of Nekros, in fact, it was only Erzsebet she properly talked to when she was in her better moods. Persephone would occasionally make small chat to the others, though that didn't happen regularly. She grew bored quickly, the days dragged on and with very little events, there was little to nothing to do. The thought of Ody being allowed to pick the women he chooses to bed made her skin crawl, though Persephone believed she wasn't even compatible. The green nymph had caught a hare, the prey grasped within her palms as she dragged it across, a blood trail left right behind her. She would make her way over to a tree, before sitting under it, inspecting this hare before her. Carefully, she would pull on it's limbs until it's inside exploded into view and all over her.


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Disdain for the home that she now resided in seemed to be implanted into her body for the time being. It was said that things could grown on an individual but she was uncertain if this pack was something she desired to be apart of. Though her loyalty was unquestionable to those that held it, at the moment, the only wolf to hold this was her companion. However, during the meeting it had come to her attention that the duo had become a threesome.

She had followed the aroma of the youth. Her violet eyes drinking in the pack lands as she following the scent. This was her home now, like it or not, and she needed to be familiar with its grounds. Her tail gently grazed against the shrubbery, leaving her scent behind her, as she continued on. Soon enough she found the young wolf consuming a kill and covering herself in gore.

“Painting yourself in red?“ She said with amusement, painting the flowers red, she’s painting the flowers red. The thoughts danced around in her manic head with hysterical laughter ringing inside her mind. Yet her outer appearance remained simply amused. She allowed her body to move around the youth. Her violet eyes were annotating the youth’s body, her appearance, her aroma; all of it was being imprinting into her mind. Though, her mind was never a safe place and usually blood was only the truth to remind her mind of those that lingered in her mind.
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<P> For a moment, Persephone would look bewildered, like a little girl who believes she could do no wrong. The victim before her now stains her green pelt. The maiden would simply lick her lips, keeping the hare above the ground gormlessly. She wondered if she  should clean up the mess, though she would soon decide scavengers would clean it up later. As a few minutes ticked by, Persephone would pick at the insides, feeling as though she were some crazy scientists. She was unaware of the beast approaching by, and would carry on with her activity. Monkey fingers would carefully pick out the heart, holding it within her hand before finally looking up as a large shadow  casts over her. A cheeky grin would play on thin lips, it was Newt. " I think red suites me well ma'am, what do you think?" She would twirl in her spot, before looking back to the heart. Slowly, Pers would step forward, holding it out to the giant " A gift for you! She'd giggle, hoping the woman before her would love and treasure it. " So... how're you liking our new pack? Have you spoken to the king yet? Can we be friends!" a half hearted smile would linger on her lips, trying to get on with as many wolves as possible, and well- she rather admired Newt.
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Hyperactive excitement buzzed from the young iridescent wolf. She was humming with her excitement for the offer she had to give. Newt’s dark ears twitched in response to the quick speech that poured out of the youth mouth like explosive feces. She watched the she twirled in response to her question. Painting the roses red, she’s painting the roses red. The tune danced insider her head and she couldn’t help the laugh that seemed to ease out from her lips. She watched the she nudged the heart towards her. Her gift to Newt and she smiled as she allowed her giant paw to extent her cat like claws and gently sink them into the soft organ. She pulled it between her paws and nodded, “I enjoy gifts.” She exclaimed. Her mind began to wander too a time when her children knew her. Where had they gone? She was unsure if she had ever truly had children and if it was only the misguided whims of what she deeply desired. 
 
Her attention turned to the explosive questions that bounced from the eager wolfs mouth. One after the other and she thought on them all for a moment. “I am indifferent to our kingdom.” She stated simply, though the disdain she felt seemed to slip a little into her gaze. She closed her eyes for a moment, took in a breath, and then began again. “As for our king, I have spoken with him.” She said matter of fact. She hoped to consume the rage she felt inside her. This youth was far too young to understand the conversation the two had held. When Odysseus had offered her a place inside him home she had wanted nothing less. He was worthless and she held no fealty to him. Her loyalty was towards their third, her Banshee, and this little youth. “He does not interest me. Only Erzsebet and you interest me.” She said with a smile. “And yes we can be friends.” Her tail wagged gently behind her as she waited for the youth to explode with her thrill.
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<P>  Her monkey limb would remain extended, with the heart within her palm, awaiting Newt to receive her gift. She thought very little of what the huge woman thought about the strange gifts, and just hoped she was accepting. Once she finally did take the heart, Persephone would smile and giggle, noting that she must give her companion more gifts in the future. " Wow, I'm glad you do, I'll... I'll make sure to bring you a monthly gift!" Wolves should feel special every once in a while, Persephone wished to hold Erzs and Newt close, even if Erzs seemed annoyed with the green nymph 90% of the time. She would simply shrug at the thought, assuming it was simply her masters personality. Persephone would let the next answers slide, deciding they were simple, not catching on to Newts look in her eye to say otherwise. " I've yet to speak to the king. What if he thinks I'm annoying like Erzsebet does... Maybe I can learn to be more quiet around him?"[b]

<P> She would look up to Newt as if needing the question to be confirmed. She never understood what made wolves so irritated when around her. Pers would simply frown and sit back down, wiping her bloody palm across her cheek and chin as if in thought, not realizing she's made an even bigger mess of her self. The maiden would lighten up when Next would murmur that it was not the king which interested her, however powerful he may be, but Erzs and Pers, what's even better is that she accepted to be friends! [b]" That's awesome, I like you and Erzs to, isn't Erzsebet interesting! She's to eerie... and scary."
Her cranium would tilt upwards, before leaping over to New in joy, attempting to wrap her limbs around the large woman's chest in affection, like a child to a mother. " That's awesome!"

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Her excitement was indeed overwhelming. She could understand why many would find the hyper active youth to be on the annoying side. However, that was simply a part of her personality. Each wolf had different qualities and different personalities. She was generally tranquil when her mind was stable; however, when the madness consumed her she tended to be rather manic and hysterical. It was as if she wore two faces. When she was broken, she made little to no sense to others. Her riddles meant many things and those that cared enough to know her could decipher them if they truly thought about the words she uttered. She watched the youth’s monkey hands drop as she had accepted her gift and she smiled at her vigor at finding others to give her periodically. She was curious to know what different things the young women would bring her to. 
 
Her worry was only natural. Many desired to be accepted by their peers. However, she cared not what their king thought of her and the idea of Persephone aggravating the king at all made her smile internally. Oh she would love to see him squirm with discomfort at the hyper active child bouncing along around him singing her silly songs. The thought was positively satisfying and she couldn’t help the laugh that followed with her internal thoughts. “Don’t worry about him or anyone else for that matter. You are who you are. Different can’t be exhausting or even overwhelming but how dull would the world be if we all acted like one another? If they dislike you then simply find others that do accept you. The only thing you need to worry about is being useful to the king and to Erzs. Their personal opinion of you matters not. What matters is you are happy with who you are.” She said simply. Though, she could stand to take her own advice from time to time. She wasn’t too fond of herself when the madness consumed her but that was simply a part of her persona as well. Like a tick that no matter how hard she struggled she couldn’t rid herself of it so why worry what others thought when she should simply accept herself?
 
Their third was indeed interesting and her mind wandered to their private moment in the woods. She felt something indeed for the Banshee. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was but it was intimate in nature. “She is lonely. Lost in her blindness and dependent on her magic and I see her. I see the mirror of my madness inside her sorrow and I wonder also if she will allow anyone to touch her. It is not just you she is distant with, it is everyone. Don’t take it personal little Nymph. She will come around the longer we stand by her. One cannot be lonely forever if she has companions forcing her to accept friendship.” She teased, and she smiled warmly as the youth wrapped her odd little limbs across her broad chest. She allowed her head to fall and to nuzzle into the side of her head in a returned affection.  
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<P>ooc: I swear I replied to this...

<P>Light Blue gaze would carry on looking admiringly upon Newt, knowing by her presence alone she was the dominant one. Persephone never much minded those who ranked above her, as long as they didn't abuse it. Does Newt wish for even more power? Or was she happy travelling with Erzs? sticking by her side like a loyal companion. Persephone always felt their bond was always so much stronger, that they could both relate to each other and in many ways, Persephone couldn't help but to be jealous. She felt as though she still had much to learn, though perhaps that's not such a bad thing. Triangular ears would twitch as her soft coo would touch her lobes, the wise words warming the little maiden's heart, a smile increasing on her face. From the sounds of things, it would seem Newt didn't mind the odd behavior, simply embracing the green nymph. Once the speech was over, pers would firmly nod her cranium, like a pup to a mother. " Okay, be who I am and please them both. Noted." She would murmur to herself, as if needing to confirm to herself.

<P> Newt was right, though. The world would be a dull place if everyone acted the same. What good was it to have everyone view things the same? before getting lost in thought, the large warrior would speak once again, this time in response to Erzs. it saddened Pers to think she was simply lonely, relying on her magic. " Well, we're both gonna stick by her forever and ever! Even when she's sick of us! right? That way we can make her happy!"  What happened next, would make Persephone's day. As the green dame went to hug her companion, she would not reject nor shift away, but simply accept. The brief sign of affection was given and that was all the nymph needed.   " You know, you're real pretty. Do you have children? Can I meet them?" After a few moments would pass, Persephone would retreat, realizing she had passed the blood onto the hare onto Newts fur. " Oh gosh! sorry!

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