In the morning, she wobbled away from her family on unsteady paws; her blindness had been there since birth, and had never bothered her. The milky darkness of youth had never unclouded from her eyes, and she did not question this; she knew, on a deeper level, that there was a reason for this, and that it would lead to her greatness. Even from her birth, Zandra new things she shouldn't. The youngest pup, the runt, and the only female in a litter of largely boisterous boys, she was given special treatment and adored by her brothers and family. She never felt any particular bond to her parents who by their own choices, decided to live separate from the pack they had met each other in. They weren't really 'good' or 'bad'; it's hard to say what spawned the darkness in their pups, but it seems to be largely rooted in Zandra herself. She felt no remorse as she told her prophecy to her brothers, and while she never said for them to carry out the plan, there was no doubt that this is what must happen--there was no questioning her, as this is the sort of authority that Zandra holds over all life. Her parents were weak, and she knew, somehow, that without their destruction the beautiful, bloody path at her feet could never be trodden. She did not tell them about the second half of the prophecy, where one would die and one would be disgraced. It seemed unnecessary to her end.

She did not watch as her brother's slaughtered her parents, but she listened; she did not need to watch, because she had seen it all happen before. Zeodians, the eldest, led the attack, and leapt upon his father, ruthlessly tearing into his eyes before Insomnia stepped in beside him to rip out his throat; Shaahk took care of their mother, tearing open her throat before she could scream. They all sat in reverence and watched the blood seep from their parent's veins; some took trophies with them. They returned and bowed to Zandra in reverie, nuzzling against her lovingly; she smiled, satisfied, and in the morning--led by Zeodians--they set out to find this new life of glory she had promised.

[Adolesence]
They did not wander long before meeting a warrior of a pack which appealed to their sensibilities; it was called the Lupes of the Bleeding Moon, and they were accepted into it with little difficulty, being roughly the same age as the alpha's newest litter of pups. Zandra fell in with her peers almost immediately; her brothers had varying degrees of luck with them, and Zeodians is in a constant struggle of retaining power. His siblings no longer listen to his guidance, and their only common thread is Zandralyn; the family is falling apart, and the dainty blue lupess does not care. Her work has been done. She knows the fates of her brothers. She knows the fate of herself, her pack, her existance. She can impress her alpha with her prophecies and command total control over the weaker-minded; she can trade verbal sparring with the alpha's gifted daughter; she can work her way up the ranks and slowly gain influence over the pack members.

She is in heaven. Her family has become unnecessary to her now.

[Adulthood]