Darkness, blood, endless screaming. It was almost as if the place itself had been cut off from Hell itself and brought into the mortal realm. The despair, the anger and the hatred blossomed in this place like a plague and for Nahani, it was like his life essence. Born into such darkness and despair, this cursed land called to him. It strengthened him and kept him alive. When no other wolves would step foot in such a cursed place, Nahani gladly pushed them aside and claimed the land for himself. Long ago, when the Sins and Virtues had walked the land, this territory had been their execution grounds. So much blood had been shed here that the rivers and waters ran red permanently. Just beneath the surface, bones of those who had fought in the great war were hastily buried, as if those who had buried them had hoped to forget the horrors that had happened here. But Nahani was born a Daemon and this sort of grotesque horror was what he lived for. But of course, Nahani hadn't been born into such horrors at first. His mother had been a loner and had caught the fancy of a pack Alpha. It wasn't necessarily love at first sight, more of a desire to experience. After a heated night, his mother became pregnant. She moved on. She had no need for a male and she certainly had no ties to a pack. Nahani and his sister were born in a tree in the middle of winter. Nestled against their mother's warm belly, they fed and grew while she shivered and froze. But they managed to make it. She would leave only for an hour a day to hunt before returning to curl herself around them, warm them up and keep them alive.

By spring, they were fat, healthy pups and she was able to leave more and more to hunt for both herself and her pups. This gave Nahani and his sister plenty of time to explore the world and themselves. They didn't need a pack, so long as they had themselves. But this small peace was not to last. One day, his mother brought him another male. He was also a loner who had sworn to his mother that he would protect her and her pups, that they could start a pack all their own. Nahani's mother was completely smitten with the male and easily transferred their small life into a pack life. For awhile, things were fine. Nahani and his sister grew up into young adults. They lost their puppy fuzz and grew out nice thick coats. Though they both took after their mother, Nahani's sister Kymera, had a coat that was far lighter than his own, giving the each of them their own unique designs. And it was that unique design that caught the eye of their mother's new mate. Being old enough to understand, Nahani could see the way their new Alpha looked at his sister. His mother, blind from her love for her new mate, didn't see it. For awhile, Nahani kept his eye on the m ale and Kymera. But apparently, he couldn't be there all the time. One night, Kymera returned from the night and snuggled against him, shaking. Her fur was mused and she smelled heavily of their new Alpha. When he asked her what had happened, she shook her head, refusing to speak. A part of Nahani that had laid dormant until now, roared it's anger to the world and Nahani stormed from their den, hunting down their Alpha and prepared to rip the male's throat out. But Kymera stopped him, tears flooding from her eyes as she begged him to leave it go. Only because it was his sister, did he comply. Nahani bidded his time, waiting for the right moment.

That moment came just before the chill of winter set in. Kymera didn't return after a few days and Nahani, growing anxious, left to find her. A fresh blanket of snow covered the ground and he found it easy to catch her scent and follow her paw steps. It was when he found a streak of blood in the snow that he hurried his pace. He found his sister collapsed in the snow, blood covering the ground around her. Her body had rejected her pups and gave a premature birth. Their tiny dead bodies lay on the snow beside her as she sobbed. It was the final push Nahani needed to embrace who he was. He tracked down his Alpha and attacked him, planning on murdering the male for what he'd done to his sister. However, Nahani was still young and the older male easily over powered him, leaving him to die in the snow. It was there, cold and nearly dead, that his father found him. It was when his new life had begun. He never did see his sister or mother again but Nahani had pushed that part of him away. They were a weakness and his father had made sure no weakness was left inside of him. He'd long since left his father's tutelage and took his rightful place as King. There would never be another that would breed weakness in him again.

He lifted his head from the small river, red droplets dripping from his mouth as he tilted his ears forward, catching the unmistakable sound of rocks on rocks. Something else was down in the gully with him. A low growl vibrated his chest and, like a shadow, he moved from his place beside the river and into the shadows of an over hang. From a water run off, a goat was sliding sideways down the smooth face, coming in for it's own drink of the ruby water. He lowered his body slowly to the ground, ears pulled back as he froze, making himself nearly impossible to see. The goat reached the bottom of the slide and made it's way to the river's edge, small tail flicking back and forth in nerves. It was no secret that this river was the center of pack territory and animals seeking water, almost always approached with caution. And for good reason. Nahani felt his back legs bunching, ready for the leap that put him in striking distance of the goat. It let out a small bleat before lowering it's head to drink. Nahani didn't wait. He leapt from the shadows with a snarl, catching the goat by the throat and twisting the both of them into the red waters.