[ Dinah is rarely alone. She had been born into this world in a squirming, messy litter full of teeth and laughter. She had devoured her sisters before she could even open her eyes, could even walk, and that was the world to which she belonged. A simple place between animal and mankind, between life and death. Magic and mayhem.
Their mother had been a half-breed, the daughter of a demon dead woman and the Cerberus demi-god whose duty it was to keep her behind the gates of Hell, to guard her in the upper world when those gates should be unlocked. Neither of them human, at least not any longer, and neither of them what one could call truly, fully, alive. Spectral and immortal, and so was their daughter who wandered in twilight feasting on the corpses they would leave behind as they wreaked death upon all things they touched.
Their father had been witch through and through. He is gone now, and this... does not trouble Dinah. He had only ever gotten in the way of things when he had lived. He had prevented her from disciplining the pack as she saw fit, instead injecting his ugly witch family's strange laws where they did not truly belong. All it had done was fuel their frustration, like dogs chained together in a pen, snapping at each other for lack of space.
Things are better now in Haran's hands, the demon spawn is more alike to them. More mercurial and disinterested, like their mother had been. She had left them when they were young because they did not need her, and she did not need them. And now the hyenas stay for comfort not for obligation. She can even tolerate Hekate's return now that things have gone on for so long, the mad little bitch had proven herself with her survival. With the witches gone... what was there left to fight over. The House was theirs, the Hill was there.
They would pick it clean. The thought graces Dinah's daydreams and it feels right to her as the daughter of Anubis.
She is not usually alone, in the usual there are her males always beside her, larger and stronger than the rest, but she has left them sleeping in the den to come out into the quiet of the woods and admire its barrenness now that the dark-eyed women of the House no longer extend their tendrils out into the mists. ]
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[ Dinah is rarely alone. She had been born into this world in a squirming, messy litter full of teeth and laughter. She had devoured her sisters before she could even open her eyes, could even walk, and that was the world to which she belonged. A simple place between animal and mankind, between life and death. Magic and mayhem.
Their mother had been a half-breed, the daughter of a demon dead woman and the Cerberus demi-god whose duty it was to keep her behind the gates of Hell, to guard her in the upper world when those gates should be unlocked. Neither of them human, at least not any longer, and neither of them what one could call truly, fully, alive. Spectral and immortal, and so was their daughter who wandered in twilight feasting on the corpses they would leave behind as they wreaked death upon all things they touched.
Their father had been witch through and through. He is gone now, and this... does not trouble Dinah. He had only ever gotten in the way of things when he had lived. He had prevented her from disciplining the pack as she saw fit, instead injecting his ugly witch family's strange laws where they did not truly belong. All it had done was fuel their frustration, like dogs chained together in a pen, snapping at each other for lack of space.
Things are better now in Haran's hands, the demon spawn is more alike to them. More mercurial and disinterested, like their mother had been. She had left them when they were young because they did not need her, and she did not need them. And now the hyenas stay for comfort not for obligation. She can even tolerate Hekate's return now that things have gone on for so long, the mad little bitch had proven herself with her survival. With the witches gone... what was there left to fight over. The House was theirs, the Hill was there.
They would pick it clean. The thought graces Dinah's daydreams and it feels right to her as the daughter of Anubis.
She is not usually alone, in the usual there are her males always beside her, larger and stronger than the rest, but she has left them sleeping in the den to come out into the quiet of the woods and admire its barrenness now that the dark-eyed women of the House no longer extend their tendrils out into the mists. ]