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Name: Litural - "Lit"
Age: Young Adult - 22 years old
Sexuality: Gay
- Fiance: Dane
Gender: Male
Genetics:
- Sin: Wrath
- Virtue: Chasity
Hair: Pale blonde, short and spiky
Eyes: Triclops; dark green, light green, sky blue
Skin: Rusty red with darker red patches
Extras: Horns, third eye, "bloodied" wings, clawed hands and feet, fangs
Personality: In a nutshell, Lit can be classified as a grouch. He's distrusting of people to start, but with some time warms up enough to not be a total a*****e. However, his trust is very fragile and easily broken. I wouldn't say he's a big softy under that tough-guy shell, but Lit's definitely a little more fractured than your usual Wrath spawn.
Likes: Cooking, reading flying
Dislikes: The smell of burnt food
Theme Song: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
Speaking Voice: Adam Gontier (TDG lead vocals)

Name: Auryn - "Ryn"
Age: Child - 7 years old
Sexuality: Straight
Gender: Female
Genetics:
- Sin: Pride
- Virtue: Kindness
Hair: Dark red, wavy but soft
Eyes: Milky pink
Skin: Light tan, green and yellow scales
Extras: Little wings, stubby tail, slight scaling on shoulders, feet and legs, gray fingers and toes, blind
Personality: Caring, sweet, gentle...everything you'd expect out of a Kindness child. But there's that streak of Pride that makes her stubbornly independent and just a little too overconfident in her abilities.
Likes: Meeting new people, singing, getting dressed by herself
Dislikes: Scratchy fabrics (like burlap), getting her wings stuck in her shirts
Theme Song: Break Away - Kelly Clarkson
Adult Speaking/Singing Voice: Lady GaGa

Name: Santana Oota-Dabun "DayStar"
Age: 27
Sexuality: Straight
Gender: Male
Genetics: Native "Were" Wolf
Hair: White
Eyes: Red
Skin: Pale; white furred in wolf form
Extras: Albino. "True form" is that of a timber wolf, uses "Earth Magic" to take on other, more human forms. Poor eyesight and needs reading glasses. Eyes are also sensitive to bright lights.
Personality: Very laid back and down to earth. Takes the world in stride and doesn't get riled up easily. Does have some "alpha male" tendencies, but balances them with meditation.
Likes: Full moons, quiet nights, the city (strangely enough)
Dislikes: Being fully one form or another (prefers his half-state), sunlight
Theme Song: TBA
Speaking Voice: Chad Kroeger (Nickleback lead vocals)

Growths

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Here’s the thing about Wrath children; they never need a reason for a fight. Always on edge and poised to strike, the smallest provocation is enough to start a brawl, and that’s on a good day. That’s when they have a good home life. See them after being betrayed, abandoned, and lost in their own anger; at that point, it’s not the moment that’s causing their rage, but they feel like the entire world is against them. Normal children throw temper-tantrums, but Shar’s decedents wage an all-out war.

It didn’t matter what set her off; that wasn’t the point, and it stopped being important long ago. There was only the anger, fueled by a maelstrom of nasty, wretched emotions.

The problem was her target. Mara hadn’t been in the home for ten minutes and she’d launched herself at Litural, fangs bared and screeching. A weaker man would have gone through the wall. Lit took the hit with an ‘oof’ and responded pretty much the way you’d expect of him. He crouched onto the ground as he roared back at her with his wings flared out, looking huge in comparison to the young girl. Mara landed on the floor with a thud and a growl, pulling her legs up under her body to ready another attack.

She never got the chance. Lit was older, stronger, and actually in control of what his genetics said he was. Oh sure, he wanted to break every bone in her body. That was a given. While his third eye gleamed with a maniacal sort of joy, just generally enjoying itself, Lit’s goal was to get Mara to submit. At the very least, she needed to calm down before she got seriously hurt. There was a part of him that wondered if he had ever been this bad for Santana…but the wiser side already knew the answer to that question.

When it happened, it went very fast. Mara sprung, screaming again, and Lit swung; his opened hand connected with her shoulder, swatting her like a paper ball before watching her tumble across the floor. With an open opportunity, Lit pinned the girl to the ground, face down with a knee between her shoulder blades and arms restrained out to her sides.

“What the hell was that?” he shouted, panting, wings bristling with every feather standing on edge.

“Get off me!” Mara screamed back, attempting to free herself, ear wings thrashing.

It was like a strange flashback. Litural remembered his first time brawling with Santana, the man had held him down in exactly this same way. It was effective, and more than a little uncomfortable. It had worked, though, just like it was working now. Unable to lift her body, the girl could do nothing but struggle.

“Let me go!” she shouted again, but there was an edge of defeat in her voice.

“Are you going to attack me again?” Lit asked. Mara’s answer was a growl. “Then no, I’m not letting you go. What the hell where you thinking, anyway?”

There wasn’t a response from Mara for a good, long pause. There was just the anger radiating off her. Then, her demeanor changed…the girl mumbled something, and her ear wings drooped and her body almost seemed to sag.

“What?” the older Spawn asked, not having heard her.

“I wasn’t good enough!” She thrashed as she said it, then suddenly dissolved into a sob, shaking. “I wasn’t strong enough! I could have found her!”

It was done, and Lit knew it. Releasing his grip and shifting off Mara, he moved to sit near her with his knees pulled to his chest. The younger spawn remained where she was, trembling as she cried before curling into a ball.

“I…should have d-done…s-s-SOMETHING!” she screeched the last word, sniffling loudly and rubbing her face against the back of her arm.

They were like that for a while; Mara crying, whimpering at times, blubbering incoherently…and Lit just sitting, letting her get it out. It wasn’t until he was almost sure she’d cried herself to sleep that he cleared his throat, making her jump.

“It hurts,” he said, his tone flat. The way he usually spoke when talking about things in his past. “You wonder what you did wrong, or why they didn’t think you were good enough. I guess in your case, it’s more what you could have done to make it right.”

Mara watched Litural as he spoke, her eyes bloodshot and snot smeared under her nose. She narrowed her gaze when he claimed to understand how she felt, “What do you know about it?” she hissed.

“My original guardian left me too,” he explained. “Just up and abandoned me.”

“She didn’t leave me!” Mara’s anger flared, and she sat up as she shouted. “I was fine where I was! They took me away! They wouldn‘t even let me bring my dog! Why couldn‘t they just leave me with my grandparents?”

“Because she’s not coming back, Mara.” Lit’s words were more serious than ever.

It hurt because it was true. The techs weren’t very good at explaining it to her - or maybe she’d just been too angry to understand it - but Mara got the basic idea. Naomi wasn’t coming back, something had gone wrong on her mother’s latest mission, and Sevens couldn’t leave a “precious experiment” where they couldn’t keep tabs on her. They needed her close, so they’d brought her back and given her to the first person they thought might be able to handle her.

Litural sighed, rubbing his temples, “Listen, I’ll tell you the same thing I was told: you can either fight this, or roll with it. Fighting it feels good to start, but believe me when I tell you it gets tiring. Fast.”

This was when he stood again, looking down at her. While he wasn’t out right cold, there was a chill that ran down Mara’s spine. Despite her scowl, her ear wings drooped. She was beat. She’d known from the start this wasn’t like the fights she’d gotten into in the past, while making friends and showing affection. This had been different, and for some weird reason her stomach felt tied up in knots.

“Don’t ever attack me again,” Lit’s voice was commanding now. “Don’t attack anyone in this family, and that includes yourself. It’s not your fault, and it can get better if you let it.”

Just like that, he started to walk away. Mara watched him pause at a doorway and say something about her room being upstairs, and that she should get ready for dinner. He sounded so far away though. Finally starting to come down off her rage, everything seemed distant and fuzzy to Mara. Her mind was a mess of thoughts, with a new and very wicked voice joining the chorus. It hissed in her ear, repeating her earlier statement about not being good enough. She wasn’t good enough for anything.

A little wobbly, Mara managed to make her way upstairs and find a place that looked like a girl’s room. The bed was soft, and with her head still swimming she crawled into it. It’d been a long day - a long string of days, really. Food didn’t sound interesting, but sleep sure would be nice. Pulling the covers over her head, she ignored the rip of her knee spikes in the sheet as she shut out the world. If only shutting out that pesky whisper was just as simple.