The female gets to her paws as I come out of the shadows, her gaze roaming over my bloodied frame with curiosity but no fear. Well, that's a good start. Something about her is vaguely familiar but I can't put a paw on it, not quite yet. When I speak, she starts smirking and I tilt my head, eyes darkening with amusement. What's so funny? None the less, she does as bidden and drops to her lovely spine, showing her jugular. From upside down, she starts speaking, telling me I don't remember her. Her voice jogs something in my memory, my gaze watching her intently, ears pricked. By the time she gets to her name, memories of a land far away come to mind. Moladian and the war between the Angels and Demons. Ironic, really, that I had ended up on the Angels' side. I was never an angel in any form and always much more than a demon.

My lips drag ever so slowly into a humorous smirk, my eyes gleaming as I look down at her.

My voice is light but there's a warning laced within the syllables. Hopefully she can keep up.