Danica was still trying to find herself in the aftermath of her recent mental sickness. She kept it to herself, but she still had some problems. Such as the fact she felt oh so empty and practically emotionless. Like there was no longer anything left to live for. She didn't quite understand this, nor the voices in her head that whispered weakly to her. Everyday they seemed to become stronger...and now it was getting to the point she could understand them. They told her to do insane things, suicidal or homicidal things. They lied to her as well and got underneath her skin, filling her with brand new insecurities and sudden paranoia. To hide how much of a wreck she was becoming the young girl was sticking to herself in her mother's land. She mostly hung out in an old den no one used. She didn't like the loneliness, but the voices were louder when she went outside. Fear was beginning to gnaw at her as she slowly slipped into insanity. She didn't want this, none of it, she just wanted an escape. There is an escape Danica...death...The melody ran through her head, the voice reminding her of the past. It was her brother, but yet it wasn't him. It was evil and vicious, begging her to do wrong things. It wanted nothing more than to tear her apart bit by bit.
She dwindled on in her mind, having a conversation with this particular voice, the one she called Tacoma. She was wrong to believe it was him and the awful things it told her. "Do you miss me?" She had asked it one day and the response was simple, No... "Why? I miss you." She whimpered back sincerely. Because I hate you, go die. With a soft sob she had replied, "Why? I love you." For a long moment there had been silence and peace in her mind, but it eventually roared back at her, go die you filthy little runt! You don't deserve this life or anyone in it! Mother doesn't love you, she pities you Danica! Go die. With the little strength she had she yelled back at it in sobs, "No!" That had been a few days ago. Now he was simply asking her to go outside. No, he was commanding her. Feeling mentally weak at the moment she easily gave into 'Tacoma' and stood up. Her paws edged towards the entrance of the pitch black den and left it behind. The light was blinding. She hadn't seen it for quite awhile. Her belly growled but 'Tacoma' was quick to cut off any thoughts or longing for food. You don't deserve it. Another voice who had declared herself as Zonta pipped yup maliciously, yeah Danica, you don't deserve it. She, the voice, chanted happily before adding, but if you would just listen...then you could earn it.
In silence the young women walked without any particular destination till she reached a familiar place. A weak, maddening, smile stretched across her lips. Oh, she loved this place. It was where she first met @Titan . Her heart seemed to swell, ready to burst at the seems. He left you, deary. Zonta reminded her. He doesn't really want, nor like you. The time he called you beautiful was but a mere little lie deary. My, I've never seen a more uglier wolf than you. Danica's love turned into deep pain as the maddening expression grew and the smile faded. Zonta had come before 'Tacoma' and was much stronger. In fact she was becoming more than just a voice now. It scared Danica to look around, she was fearful of seeing that face. A pelt of solid black fur with darker pitch black eyes and odd white pupils. The face itself was broad and strong yet feminine at the same time. The wolf was quite beautiful, elegant almost, her body seemed perfect. Yet her eyes were sadistic and monstrous. Danica feared Zonta more than death himself. The women's voice chilled her right down to the bone. Look up Deary, please, let me see those eyes. They're the only thing pleasant about your miserable self, let me see.
Shaking now the yearling looked up to meet the dark eyes and eerie white pupils of Zonta. The woman's appearance was alluring if not for those evil orbs. Danica remembered the first time she saw this wolf, she had turned tail like a coward with a loud screamish yelp. Her legs had propelled her far from that original spot...but she could not outrun the women who moved like graceful blurred shadows across the land. We could be friends, you know. "Yes, I know." Dani whispered back. She hated this voice most of all, she wanted not suicide from Danica but something truly awful. Kill her. "No." Why? She doesn't love you, she could care less that you went missing. She thinks that you're a burden upon her shoulders, why don't you teach her? You want to be a teacher right? You could give her the honor of being her first pupil. Danica was graced with the opportunity not to answer Zonta when Iopah's voice entered her ears. Both 'wolves' glanced towards the huntress at the same time."Hello there, Iopah."
The two spoke at the same time, but of course, Iopah would never know. She would never hear the hostile tone Zonta directed towards her, just the monotone of the yearling before her. The young girl momentarily stood there before walking side by side with Zonta to join Iopah. With little emotion she stepped onto the ice and joined the older women with a question, "Why shout at something that isn't alive?" Dani's voice continued on montone like as she stared at the side of Iopah's face. She waited for an answer quietly and stood there in a stance that showed no submission or pride. It laked care for most things and could be easily mistaken for calm, comfortable, and so on. However she was simply uncaring and emotionless...empty."Speech."