I have never felt a more deep seeded hate seep into my very core before. I am thoroughly offended, displeased, enraged, you get the point. I want to set the black thin aflame and blow his ashes into wind so I never see him again. My soul is not allowed to be violated like this. He say it is not his fault but it is, it is his fault and will forever be his fault for he is alive. Just being alive is a violation of my very happiness. My copper gaze strikes him like a viper as he DARE attempts to touch me. My glorious eyes narrow with a snap, lasers of my unhappiness ripping into him. I shift with amazing speed to avoid his touch, my muscle control excellent and I would be top-notch at avoiding his touch because I do not want it. Everything always goes my way in the end, and he will not be touching me with his ugly dirty paw. I, however, do not retaliate with a bite. He does not deserve my touch even as a bite even yet. I will dodge his attempts for, despite my size, I am one who works well to avoid, any my reflexes are twitchy when I so want them to be. I can only do so much though, and he is already annoying enough. I do not know how much more I can handle before snapping his neck.

My attention turns back to Heyel but I do not let this thing out of my vision. I keep him in the corner of my eye because I need to know his movements. He is my enemy, I do not care what anyone else says. Well, almost everyone I dislike and I consider enemies, but he is on the top of my list now because he dare imprint on me. Heyel speaks of how we already spoke of this and yet I know he had more to say than that. He says I can send him away, but I already attempted doing that and the thing followed me like a lost puppy. He speaks of me feeling some empty feeling when he is gone and I consider this good, because right now I feel only annoyed and pissed. So he goes away and I won't feel this anymore and thus that is empty. Great. Hopefully he doesn't decided to be a parasite attached to the back of my neck where I can't reach. Heyel looks over to Chance and it is more than obvious this boy doesn't even understand the most superior of languages. Blasphemy! I hate him! My tail lashes behind me, my inner fire licking off my tail with each whip.

"Et mens ejus non est digna cognitione linguae veteris furoris et sum in animo meo offensis corporis et animae. Vacuum est, si quid ex eo relicta foret, meliorem deinde ut super hoc. Disobayed iussi discedere iam mihi avus."(His mind is not even worthy of knowing the language of the old, all I am feeling is the anger in my soul and the irritation of my body. If being empty is what comes of him leaving then that would be optimal over this. He already disobeyed my orders to go away from me, Grandfather.)

Heyel continues and I listen with my ears perked with great interest. Imprinting was a terrible thing, even with the given apparent advantages. Apparently this thing will protect me and yet, I do not think he had the brains to protect me, not that I would need such protection to begin with. Grandfather says I have power over this thing, and this, this is where it gets more interesting than before. I like power. I am power. I am the keeper of the universe big and small, I get no greater pleasure than destroying life out of the fact that I have that power to do it. So, the fates have given me power of this thing that I do not have over others? If this cannot be broken then I suppose using him to my advantage would be something to cure moments of boredom. I hate him though, I do not want him near me, breathing the air that I blessed with my own body. I am my own and I am not his, I will never be his. I am no ones but my own and it will forever be as such, as long as the sun rises and set with each day. Of course I would choose my own mate, and it will not be this boy if I do ever take one. I do not think any male will be good enough for me, none of them are up to that standards that is I. No brain has been smart enough, no body created to my liking. I sneer as Heyel finishes his words, and yet he continues with one solution.

I am to kill him to break the bond. Easy enough. I will be delighted to sink my teeth into his neck and rip it out, maybe show it to him and watch the shock on his face as I step on his muzzle. I almost bite my lip at the little bloody fantasy running in my head. Fine. Heyel has basically solidified this boy's death. I hate him and I wish him gone for no other reason than he violates my very soul with his own. I am, however, not dumb. Heyel spoke of power over him, and I will experiment with this. My body has 'relaxed' to my usual position. Neutral face. Still frame. Unreadable. No longer will he know what I am thinking, well, maybe besides anger if he decides to try to talk to me, look at me, touch me, you know, anything.

"Non est anima mea laedi, ita quod avus. Si vis est, ut ita dicam, tunc utuntur utile mihi esse perspexero. Praeterea, si mihi non placeat, et utile mihi esse perspexero uti non sit vinculum. Et sciendum, quod futurum est summum injusties semper, et in fine, ut fiat voluntas ius proprium."(My soul was never meant to be violated in such a way, Grandfather. If there is power that you so say, then I will use it to my advantage. If he displeases me further, I will dispose of this bond if it isn't to my advantage. Let it be known, that this is still the greatest of injustices to ever happen, and I will ensure that the proper justice will be done in the end.)

Heyel snaps back to the common tongue and on the inside I cringe when he speaks it. Such a vile language and I hate it even more simply because the thing speaks it. I have come to understand the language with no problem, but I am in fact insanely lazy with it when I speak it, now to simply show my displeasure to have to speak it. I stand on my paws, I am tall and I am proud. It has been sorted thanks to my Grandfather, at least as best he apparently could for the situation. I am not happy he couldn't kill this whelp for me. I lean in to rub my muzzle against my Grandfather, he was the only one who was allowed to touch me...ever if I was to have my way.

"Avo, gratias ago."(Grandfather, I am thankful.)

I say before pulling away, my hardened gaze falling upon Chance.

"It is settled. I is not staying with you, I is not to be your mate, and you is to leave me alone. I is not wanting to be talking to you."

I stare daggers at him for a moment, a stare soaked from the gentle rain that continued to pour upon us. I twist my look back to Heyel before my great body of grace turns, leaving using Heyel as a blockade from Chance. If Chance so wants to stay and talk to Heyel about it he can, I do hope that Heyel will stop him if he does attempt to chase after me. He knows how irritated I am right now, and I just wish to be off killing small things by my den. I will not look back unless that thing decides to follow me, otherwise, I will be gone, losing my trail among the watery world before returning to my den...or maybe Heyel's den. Who knows.