Ever notice how life just slips through your paws? One moment you're running up along the stars and the next you're dancing with every one of your waking demons. It would seem that life has a strange inclination of telling you to fuck off and get with the reality of it all. In all my past expiriences it would appear that I'm not the type others stay with for long. I might have cared once but I've become twisted and distorted since then and really all that mattered were the ones that had decided to stay with me when all others did not. All others importance have all but vanished from the torrents of red mist and chaos in my mind besides those who had left their mark. They were the only ones who were truly safe, they are the ones I will protect, they are all I remember.

I had not come empty-pawed, a untarnished gift hung from my jaws. It was not so young and yet it had not been mature, and I had been hungry but I had not allowed myself even the slightest taste as it was not for me. I hung back as the smaller one attacked the black one, almost interested in the fight and the blood that would surely flow as a result. I forced my attentions away and allow myself to glide up besides Ruvindra, the most secure and protected within my mind. A low rumbling growl that to me was nothing but a mere purr left my jaws as I dropped the immaculate yet slain present before her, head lowered. Tongue lapped the few blood stains from around my muzzle as my humming purr-growl died after a few moments.

My goal is complete now that I had stayed alive and have found the one the mists in my minds caressed and charmed, always keeping her protected. The one something deep within me always longed for. Somwhere deep inside I knew I would always find her if only I allow the bonds and callings hidden deep to surface and pull my strings. As I stand beside her I can almost feel the weird insane pleasure boiling beneeath the surface and I would always offer all that I am, and I held my tongue and just waited. Forever and always will she be the one who calls and commands me, and I desire to tell her this but something within me thinks she already knows.