There is a feeling one gets when you are not alone. I am feeling this now as I lay with my still living prey, as it struggles so desperately for life that it will not have. See, a thing cannot live with four broken legs. It can only suffer and be pitied. None of its little hare friends are going to come feed it and take care of it. No, they know better than to risk their lives for others. Suffering is all that there is, and yet in my basking in the suffering, I feel the sensation of eyes upon my back. Of course, this isn't any real sensation, it is my other senses telling me that I am not alone here with my little friend.

I was going to be livid if it was any Heyel relative that decided to bother me in my time away from Diveen. I am quiet...displeased right now, and to see one of their faces would only ignite a flame of rage. I keep my body relatively still, my copper eyes becoming disinterested in my little pathetic thing. Whoever it is, they sure are taking their sweet time approaching me. I of course, pretend to not hear them or know they are around. I don't know exactly where they are, I catch a scent that doesn't mean much to me. Since I am acting, my eyes don't move around but to look forward, in a hardened gaze at the nothing before me.

Naturally though, my brilliant coppers flow slowly over to the figure that moved from the cover of shadows. I do not welcome him with a friendly smile, nor a wave of my tail. I am not one to invite guests into my personal space. I prefer to stay away from the loner idiots who wander the earth, lost souls who will perish into nothingness when all is said and done. He moves with a eerie stillness but it does not phase me as he steps closer. I hold my ground. I nonchalantly turn my head towards him, so dark and so beautiful in the light of the fading sun. Twilight was here, just in time for our little meeting.

I stare at him, this boy with black eyes, as he steps towards my form. I blink lazily as I take in his features, and his scent registers in my memory banks. I have met him before, this black eyed boy. Just once, long ago. He says my name, strangely at that, and I keep my dead stare on him as he does so. He breathes steady, he shows no nerves as he approaches a beastly woman like me. You see, I am basically a perfect thing, a perfect creature in my mind. I am built with muscle, I am tall, I am beautiful and I am beyond intelligent. Most don't have the guts to speaks to me, which is good, I don't like being spoken to often. I happen to be in a bad mood, or a good mood, depending on how you look at it. you see, this boy isn't one of Heyel, and i am suddenly more inclined to mingle with those...outside of that realm due to the lies that have been dangled over my head.

After I stare at him for a moment, my gaze falls back to the breathing thing at my paws, helpless and still alive. They fight for their lives, even if it is just to breathe. I smirk slightly, my jaws slowly, oh so slowly reaching down so fangs come in contact with fur. I lift the hare gently...very gently and it does not react. It just breathes. It just suffers for it cannot do anything against me. I have already disabled it, four broken legs. I lift my head and look back at him, the boy with the black eyes. I effortlessly toss the hare his direction, having it land near his feet with a thud upon the earth. My tail moves for the first time, one slash to the other side of my body, my form lifting upon my creamy grey paws. The coming night matches well with my darkened features, features I received through my mother Eris, who if she were alive, may have told me the truth of my origin. Maybe not. I can at least respect my Father, there is a chance he never knew either. Too bad he is dead as well.

My great form of shadow lifts as the hare gasps for breath at his feet. I stand and face with, my face so cold, so indifferent to the world at large. My copper eyes shine ever so slightly in the dim twilight as I gauge his reaction. There are many ways to tell what a wolf is about, and watching how they react to struggling prey is one of them. I am still, still just as he was when he watched me from the shadows. I do however, decided to speak, with my voice so pure and blissful.

"It suffers, what is it that you will do?" I ask, my dark skull tilting slightly. My eyes blink at him as I await a reaction, words, or hell even nothing. All these things will tell me about him, this boy who watched me from the shadows. What kind of wolf does he want me to think he his? I will just have to wait and see.