It didn’t take long for my call to disturb the silent lands, drawing forth a reaction. I wasn’t amazed that someone was actually answering my call, nor was I shocked by the speed of which it was all happening. I knew that everyone within the pack would pounce on the chance to get into some type of action, but I wasn’t about ready to deal with any moron today. I had my mind set on one of two things, and my eyes searching for the details of her. I knew no one was watching me, my spine wasn’t crawling with that unusual eerie sensation. I twisted my harks backwards as a sound finally broke the thick air, the sounds of paws moving along a land they knew well. It hadn’t taken me long to adapt to them, to where the waterfall lay or where this willow stood. I had my main marking points around the land, such as an overly large stone or something else that stood out, but I didn’t really need to use them anymore. If I focussed on one place then I could get there by mere memory. I guess it came in handy, but it also came as a disadvantage if I was told to leave - would I be able to actually keep out? Knowing myself I’d draw upon it as a game, dare them to chase me. I was sick like that, and didn’t care who’d die as long as I roamed.

My head was adrift with thoughts and emotions to be honest, but I wasn’t allowing them to blind me with paranoia or fear. What would happen would happen, but it could have been drawing from the pain I’d suffered within the last few months. It hurt to breathe, but that hadn’t stopped me. I had once again wiped my slate, cleared all of the emotions I had boiled up inside of me. I didn’t want to feel anything, but I was somewhere worried I’d turn into a monster. I’d seen it happen, and the more I thought about it the more it became a possibility. I scolded myself continuously for actually caring about what I’d become. Pretty pathetic in the long run, a big circle of self loathing and violence all tucked under the bounds of a giant black murderer.

I always let things build up inside of me.
Maybe that was the only attraction about me - I was some sort of case that needed figuring out.

When I first saw her emerge I felt my insides tighten in a way they hadn’t for a long time. A mix of nostalgia and regret washed over me - memories of what I’d left behind and the regret of abandoning her. I felt, for an instant, a longing; I wished I hadn’t killed Cae and taken his place, knowing my disappearances were much worse than his - but he’d snapped as much as I had. It was in our blood, we couldn’t settle down and be peaceful. A few dead bodies to line our beds weren’t enough, we needed to kill and torture. Queens enjoyed this. I never really knew how much she did, and a great fear I bared was that she would think I was a monster, she’d grow disgusted by my frame of mind. That was possibly why I let myself wander away to hurt someone else. It made me feel good. Much like Arcadian, I wasn’t born this way, I was trained into it and had taken up a whole new being. My name was a façade to the most of it, it hid me from what soft creature I had once been. I can’t even remember past all the blood and gore now. Out of all the feminique’s I’d taken; fucked, beaten, killed, bred, raped, slaughtered.. Queens was worth all of it and so much more. However, I wasn’t sure if I could tame what monster I was.

No, I didn’t have to change.
She’d have to either accept me for what I was or throw me away.

We stood motionless now, staring at one another. She looked like a puppy, so confused and unsure of her emotions. It made me want to run over to her and drop everything, but I held strong, swaying slightly to steady myself as Arcadian entered the scene. I felt my hackles ripple to life and my harks swung forwards on an instinct, tipping forwards on a threatening lean. My lips rose in a silent snarl that I seemed oblivious to, all the while my luminaries were still watching the demoness before me. It was only once the brujo broke the silence did my gaze shift from her to him, but I didn’t reply straight away. I watched to see if there was anything genuine about what he’d just said, but I doubted there was. I was assuming from this that he only assured me he was welcome about my return was so that possibly I could return Queens to a normal state - if she had one. I didn’t move to show any signs I was pleased with being welcomed in return, much rather I just growled lowly.

‘Arcadian.’

Not once had I felt threatened by the brujo’s meaning to Queens, if she felt stronger about him then I wasn’t about ready to question her motives over that. I wasn’t even sure how she felt about me anymore, but the way she stood spoke of feelings that hadn’t be laid to rest just yet. I didn’t worry about whether Arcadian was to take my place or not either, as if he did then it would have been my loss. Saying this, knowing myself I would have taken stride in further more providing the wolf with a challenge. I never trusted him, nor did he have reason to trust me, but I was loyal enough to want to protect Queens whether she loved me or hated me. He wasn’t the type of threat I took to slowly killing and torturing, he was the type of threat that I saw as idle, one who was not a major concern at all. He wasn’t even a threat. I turned back towards Queens and studied her, my mind wanting to spill everything forth at once. I blocked this though, let myself become numb to it as I looked for something to say. I had a few pre-planned ideas, but I didn’t know whether she wanted to kill me or not just yet. I’d prefer to be slaughtered or torn apart piece by piece by her rather than be killed by Arcadian over making a wrong move. I did posses a feeling though that he wasn’t ready to involve himself that deeply without his Queens orders. Without taking another moment to think over it, I found myself speaking in a well controlled, calm manner towards the demoness,

‘Queens..’ I took a moment to savour the sweetness of speaking her name again before going on, ‘..I am sorry.’

As soon as I said the last word I had moved, paws dragging the ground beneath me closer to her, drawing me to her side in a few short seconds. I stood for a moment, my nose pressed against her face before I started around her, tongue tracing careful lines down to her hips. I didn’t care that Arcadian was watching, never had. I lingered there in case she wanted to make a move towards snapping me in half, but without waiting to acknowledge I continued around to her other side where I stopped next to her neck, my pearls lightly nipping at the demoness’ neck, just below her velvet tulips. My banner slapped at her thigh twice before it let it slide along her back slowly. I didn’t submit but if she chose to do anything to me now I wouldn’t make a move to stop her.

Arcadian, on the other hand, I would not hesitate to attack.
I let my eyes raise to him as I stood beside her, waiting for a reaction. My gaze pierced his, speaking how I wasn’t about ready to give a long speech in search for acceptance.