Apparently there are 'demons' roaming around Moladion. They have struck the pack of Diveen, where I am ranked that of a Silent Knife. The whole pack is not too pleased with the recent stealings from Iromar. Heyel even called for the death of the Demons, and yet...and yet the demon children of Aaliyah are allowed to live peacefully within the confines of Diveen security. Why? Because the father is a demon who would consume them if he saw them. Sickening that she and her spawn are allowed in these lands, and I highly doubt the true strength of the pack if such exceptions could be made. Just because one is of blood doesn't mean their terrible choices should be praised. I hate that these puppies are allowed to live, demons raised by angels to only turn and bite the hands that feed them.

I think these thoughts as my paws carry me along the edge of the mideastern crater. I am bored. I am curious of these demons simply because there is nothing to do. I have been given permission to slay them with my surprisingly sharp teeth and this excited me. Of course. I want many wolves to die but the retaliation of such is not a thing to be taken lightly. One had to be careful who to kill until one has an army of your own. I know I am of superior mind and body, but I am knowing that a swarm of ants can overpower a creature much greater in size. I have watched it with my own eyes as ants kill other insects that trample their pile of dirt. Yet they were not powerful enough to take me down, and I enjoy killing them one by one.

My paws of creamy grey move my impressive frame along. I am constantly tasting the air for hints and scents. I want to encounter a demon and not be seen myself. I will be one with the shadows, one hidden under cover and yet I would care not if one found me. I am not afraid, but I find one shows their true nature when they think no one is watching. I am out to seek the true nature in others before I deem them unworthy of life, and carry out my divine right to kill. I begin to hum as I always do, my song of sugar and spice in voice, yet the song itself is one much more calm, much more deadly and dark. I have the voice of the best, better than any angel or demon or deity, for I possess the voice of perfection itself. I can lull one to sleep and I can lure in the weak.

My hefty body wanders to the edge of where trees meet grass, a field of only the vibrant greens ahead. I stand in the cool breeze of spring and I stare out on the nothing in the distance. My face hold no expression in particular, though I must admit that if anything was to describe face on the side of menacing if anything. I may have to wait to come across any demons, or a creature to stalk. I doubt anyone will be particularly interesting or worth my time, but boredom does strange things to a creature with a mind like mine. I need more fodder for entertainment. I yawn slightly under the shade of a tree, my form of black and grey falling to the ground with amazing grace. I cross my paws, though my head remains high and proud as my brilliant coppers fixate forward. I will listen. I will watch. Something of interest must come by eventually or I will head back to Diveen disappointed. Hm. Well, I am sure there is a small toy to play with and make bleed around here.

Stillness is your friend, as I have discovered since my youth. Smaller creatures are startled by sudden movement, but if you are still, they will walk right up to you. Stupid, they are, with brains so small. I seem to be a magnet for mice and lizards with my excellent muscle control and ability to like the tallest of mountains, ever present that I become one with the landscape and not seen as a threat. Yet, the mountain can kill just as I can with a landslide of its own. It isn't long before a small creature wander too close, and with a sudden jerk of my paw I smash its backside with ease. I do this all too often, as I sit here still, not even looking at the thing I am crushing. I will just leave my paw here and let it suffer. I will feel the wiggles of desperation and the cries for help that are so tiny and pathetic. I am still bored, but it is better than nothing. I only have any tension in my paw as it remains, the muscles bulging out in a rather impressive manner. I am indeed a true creature of marvel. I hold a body so strong, and body so perfect, and I constantly make it stronger with each and every day that I exist. Nothing will stop me.