Had he known the thoughts of one of the so called angels, then Covet would be twice over disgusted with them. Far more then he was with the demons. They, at least, usually admitted their issues. The angels acted superior. They were much worse because of it. Hypocritical bullshit all around, for them. However. When it comes to Ava, Covet is blinded by things he cannot help. Bonds made and broken that still linger in some way. He can feel it like a dull vibration over his skin. He gained moodiness at random, but it had finally clicked for him as to why. The imprint was still a ghost settled over him, and although it's not the strong tug and pull as it once was... it was still there and faintly pulsing. Sometimes, Covet had to move.

As far as unworthy of life goes and what comes of that and the thought processes are concerned, Covet understands this. He plays by that rule when he hunts his own kind, when the call for blood is too strong. So the weak must suffer, because that was the way life went. Thinning the bloodlines that shouldn't breed anyway, honestly. No need for more weak blood to dilute the populations. There's enough already out there and protected by others. To let them infiltrate and damage the strong. Sickening, but he was already doing his part, small as it was. Even if he did not precisely want to do it. It was just a nice way to look at it, to justify it. Did it help? Sometimes. Not always, but it was enough to keep him from faultering when he needed to be strong.

At least he knew who he was, where and who he came from. He knows that Jaidah had given birth to him, even if she hadn't stuck around to raise him. He knew his father who had raised him -- sorta -- and Enigma who had reluctantly helped. Covet does not blame her for her reluctance. She did the best she could for as uncomfortable in the situation she was. Plus, Cobryn had been a mess, and that took a lot out of someone as well. He does not blame for his upbringing. They did not know he was like this, of course. Or if they did... Covet couldn't know how they'd figured it out. He had always been so careful when it came to covering it up from them. Covet knows his identity, and he knows it quite well, at this point.

Worth when it comes to passing on his blood is something Covet would have to consider at length. He did not want a weak creature throwing his pups, not at all. He wanted someone that could keep up. Someone strong and intelligent. Someone interesting. Not that he's in any kind of rush to find that. He has time. Covet doesn't want it to be easy. If it was, he'd lose interest and it wouldn't be of any worth to him. Picky. He was this, and he could admit it to any who felt the need to ask. Covet admits a great deal of truths when it's needed. Even the ones that could bring harm upon him. But Covet wasn't scared of what could happen. He knows that the angels could very well be out hunting a creature with his description. It could be fun, if they found him. He did not mind the idea of going out fighting. If he failed, then he was not fit to survive. End of story.

Something catches his gaze as he roams, and he can feel the pull that comes with the proximity of one creature and only one creature so far. Ava. Their meeting had been quite brief, and Covet had struggled against the imprint. Then he'd gone as far away as possible. Left Molodian. And then... things had started to fade away. He'd been angry with the fact it had happened at all, and this newfound emptiness left him in moods that were not always very good. Yet he could feel the hint of things, a ghosting of feeling here and there. Today had started out with a little, but the closer he got, the stronger it was. And soon enough he was stalking the female from a distance; watching her hunt.

Hearing her song and the words he was trying to get the hang of. Yeah, he'd caught a latin speaker awhile back, and he'd demanded a few words from the beast. It was interesting. He knew, at the very least, his own name in the language. That was enough, honestly. Covet waits as he moves with a silent grace to keep up with Ava, and when she falls, he slows, circles back and creeps closer. Nares flare and catch the scent of both her and the hare, and he waits some feet off; perfectly still save for the breeze in his fur and the steady breathing. It darkens, and finally he steps out with quiet ease to move closer to her. "Ava.." There's a breathy way he speaks her name; stressing the syllables the way her name is within his own mind. Ah-vah

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