• Mist was the lighter-coated of her and her sister. She was a light grey and had bright blue eyes. The pupils were shaped as a dragon's, slitted and adding an eerie look to the creature. Her wing bows were similar in shade, syncing with her coat, but the webbing in between was darker. There were no horns or larger fangs on this pup. She was also the younger, and was almost always off somewhere trailing her sibling.
    When they were pups, the two would always play-fight and roll around to test the other's strength. Mist was always the one pinned, her lighter limbs and slighter build weren't the best. She was seen as frail in comparison to her sister, Silent.

    Mist was the gentler and softer of the two, her kindness was sometimes seen as a weakness though her sister would come to her defence, and the two never seemed to grow apart. Even once past the yearling mark, these sisters hunted together, even through the first month or so of the new attacks being put on the flatlands' packs.

    Once the murders began to escalate, the sisters' parents, the pack's Alphas, were murdered. This seemed to rock and throe the ties between the girls and their pack, but on the outside nothing between the two actually changed.

    Mist began to notice Silent's actions change. She would stop spending time around the pack though Mist didn't, and then even kept away from her own sibling. She would try confrontig the reclusive girl, but that only brought her a sharp n** or harsh reply. After weeks, the other started shooting out harmful comments to her sister, and even later turned completely violent. She'd bite Mist, the younger being lighter and weaker in her own defence. She's pointlessly shove and start random fights with other members.

    Once, in the night and days after the finding of mercenaries within the packs, Mist noticed her sister stalking over the hill to another pack's camp. She followed, about to witness a saddening fact.

    The stronger-built female prodded the Omega awake, and the two got into a talk full of whispers and nods. Silent grew a smirk, and the scapegoat shook as he woke his own Alpha male. Tired and groggy, the aging male walked slowly after his Omega as he was asked, and Mist realized her sister was gone. After the pair walked over other hills for reasons unknown to Mist and the Alpha himself, a shape burst from the trees. Suddenly, the lowly wolf backed away and let the shape tackle his leader with open wings.

    Realizing with horror that the attacker was her sister, Mist shrunk into the shadows. She watched the scene unfold before her. First her sibling landed dazing blows to the elder male's hide until he staggered. The Alpha tried fighting back, but the Omega jumped in and showed his true power by surprisingly pinning the Alpha down. That's when Silent stalked foreward and muttered something inaudible, before plunging her own fangs into the leader's neck. He was dead in moments.

    Stricken with fear and shock, Mist didn't wait around to see what would happen or how they would cleanse themselves. She ran to her own pack after rinsing thouroughly in a stream, Staying awake and waiting for Dawn's arrival.

    Hiding it for a terrible three days, Mist finally caved and told their council the secret, not bothering with telling the simple Betas and such for fear of having to wait for the news to reach higher members and evoke a response. They did something immeadiately. Exile was futile for Silent, but the scapegoat himself was murdered publicly. Letting Silent go was a mistake obvious to her sister, but perhaps not so much to the rest.

    Even though allowing the murderess to taste freedom was simply stupid, the flatlands' packs began to take charge of their ranks. Training was something different for the used-to-peace wolves, but it was amazing to realize just how strong the groups were. The sessions included sheathed-claws fights, and poison sections seperated by potency helped the ranks learn about that defence and just how to use it. They learned how to properly unsheath their claws to full length, different flight manuevers, and most importantly how to administer the correct amount of poison to certain enemies. Only those with extremely toxic venom took extra sessions for that particular matter, including Mist and her surprisingly deadly venom.

    The sisters didn't see eachother for months after the exile, and even then each only glanced a pelt that could've been the other. Mist had grown, her strength impressive and her smarts all the more a weapon. She was sent to fight frequently during the wars, once they'd been declared. She was still slight and her agility was useful in her aerial battles, which was her professional technique. her heart didn't lose it's gentle side, but it did shrink down to he size where murder and the taste of enemy blood didn't bother her.

    Still, she was haunted by the nightmares of her parents' deaths, the blood of commrades, and the fear of seeing Silent in battle one day. It would be so easy to bite into her neck...Just a simple reflex...But the sugar in her own blood made her realized just how impossible it'd be to end the life of her previous best friend. Mist knew that, even if given the chance, even if she miraculously ended up being stronger than her sister, she wouldn't be able to kill her. Not with her own fangs, claws, not at all. The thought made her sick.