A monster dozed contentedly in the warm, quiet garden; her black hair lying in the grass made her look like she was in motion when she was looked at from above. Which was what Prince Victor was doing. Tall, very thin and a bit green in the cheeks, the boy known as "The Frail Prince" frowned worriedly at the demon dozing daintily. Where did this creature come from?, he wondered, fidgeting, It certainly looks harmless. He flinched as her mouth opened wide to emit a roaringly* loud snore, flailing his arms in front of his face. In the mouth of the creature were four rather sharp teeth, like a wolf, which matched the tail as well. He would have mistook her for a werewolf beast if not for the horns protruding from the crown of her head. Her trembled into a crouch and gently flicked one of the three inch long, slightly curved growth coming from her skull. She didn't even wince, in fact, she continued to snore. She looked like a child...aside from the deformities, and teeth meant for a predator. Standing, he found a stick after much perusal for the garden and jabbed the bare, filthy foot of the girl. leaping backwards so quickly anyone watching would doubt he had made contact. Puffing out his chest, he jabbed at her again; if the stick had been a sword, he had terrible form. Snorting, the beast rolled over, and flopped out her arms and legs. Now face down in the dirt, her torn trousers bore more grass stains on them than the Prince had nurses.