The entire family had gone to pieces, right before everyone's eyes. At first, it was just a small thing, like an aggravating and unfortunate sore, but after a while it was scratched and bitten at and it grew. And finally? It burst.
One of her older brothers was both a cripple and a love-struck fool, another banished as a hazard to the pack. Idogbe, she couldn't make ends of him now, which bothered her enough to stay out of his path. And Sheezam? She was just herself, which annoyed her enough as it was. Twist was stressed, that much was obvious and her father had fallen for whatever rouse that blue and white whore had managed to make.
She however had played it smart and stayed out of all the chaos, preferring to watch the struggle rather than get caught up in it herself. It had done her well. In her role of the shadow in the corner, the stalker and observer, she had grown sleek and quiet, strong and composed. And most of all, beautiful. She was surely her mother's own daughter, though while now an adult her figure was still closer to a teen's in height.
At the moment the femme was resting herself on a rocky outcropping just past the family dens, looking out at the turmoil of the ocean. It bashed cruelly at the rocks, fighting against them to break the ground and flood the world. The brutish sound and the stinging scent of salt sent her at ease.
