In the midst of the smells of death and rot, I hear a voice carry through the air to my oft silver ears. It is at first jumbled within my mind, the harsh tones of this male, and it was no my Elric that came to me. No, Elric had chosen another, and I am left with the dead, as I always have been, and apparently always will be. I do not stop immediately when this voice comes to my ears. I continue my pace a step or two before my hazed over eyes sharply edge over to Cloud. I see his white and golden form, white and gold, white and gold, Elric is of white and gold, and he has come here to taunt me.

My white face remains still, though still frozen in a state of irritation in a rather neurotic way. I can feel one of my eyes twitch as I keep my stare on him, white and gold...white and gold. I feel a swirl inside my stomach and a desire to to steal him. I feel the desire to rip his fur from his body, I want to rip it apart and from his muscles and see him as he really was, without this...this deception of his fur. Deceiver! I feel my lips twitch as I stare at him, white and gold, and I imagine taking the ripped fur and created my very own Elric, one that will not leave me, one that will stay put just as Finley stayed put in my den...dead. That is the only way one will stay around, dead.

My dead always stayed with me. The eyes may fade into dust but there was always something left behind, always. My bones and my pelts. They lasted forever. White and gold, my soon to be dead, with his pelt mine, mine, mine. My slender form slowly edges closer to him, my head only tilting slightly as my face seems to imitate that of a bird. I look innocent enough, for now yes, as I inch closer in the mud and gunk. His words hardly even processed in my mind, something about smells and oh, yes, I want the smell of his death to linger in my den along side Finley.

My raven hued limbs step forward until he flinches, or tries to step away. The moment he makes a movement, or when I am oh so close, I will strike. My attack will be silent, not filled with snarls and cries of doom. No, I am silent as my jaws part so quickly, my muzzle flashing forward with speed and agility as I was built for, aiming for his eyes. Yes, I want to destroy his eyes this time, I want to see them bleed and I want to feel my fangs sink into them. i will aim primarily for the left eye, and if I grasp it, or whatever I happen to grasp, I will snap down and I will violently shake my head in one direction. My left paw will lift to try and come in contact with his chest, in an effort to gain more power in my rip. My claws will also attempt to dig deep if they come in contact, as I am feeling the rage of it all, inside of me, burning and I will get my white and gold dead.

I disengage, but I do not stop my fierce attack. I hope he is confused, unprepared although in all honesty, I have never fought before, but I do have something inside of me, something so powerful and it is a will to kill and a desire to destroy. My next attack aims for the part of the jaw that connects with the neck. My white muzzle will attack to grasp hold of it, twisting my body to the left in order to best position my own neck away from his fangs. If I am successful, I will keep my jaws locked upon him as I mercilessly tug in an effort to rip him apart, my black paws pulling back to get more power once again, but on the ground. There is an insanity in my eyes, one that shows I am not as I was, for I am not as others. I want him dead so he can never leave me, so I can put together my own Elric. Whatever I manage to get a hold of, I will do my best to rip away, because it is mine...mine, mine, mine.

After my second attack, I pull back, hoping to take flesh and knowing he likely won't stand for any of my actions. I am quick and I am lean, my black legs coiled and ready to jump and pounce. There is a lust for blood and death within my eyes, for the first time in my life, and I cannot stop it. I never want to be left alone again, and only in death will he stay with me. Mine, mine, mine.