Kali

Kali didn't understand. She didn't know of anything anymore and nothing made sence. She wanted the pain to end and to see her mother's face again, but like any of that would happen. She was sick of Jayshri, and sick of all those light wolves, such pathetic wastes. A sigh slipped through her lips and her black coat gleaming in the bright sunlight. "Someday," she muttered. "Someday, all shall be clear and all shall be as they should."

Crucified

The ghostly figure floated down the hill and to the edge of the lake. Uknown to him, this was a spot his father had murdered two innocent lives. His dull brown eyes flashed up to catch a glimps of Kali, who was just a few yards from him. A soft smile in greeting came upon his maw if she happened to look up.

Soon his large head lowered to the water and he began to lap up the substance. Dark tips on his ears were present as his auds were held back. After a moments drink he lifted his head and stretched, Turning to leave, but slowing to see if she reacted to him at all.