As it struggles in my jaws, as it dangles wishing, fighting for life, I stand here pelted in white, feeling no remorse for the actions I am taking in this moment. I stand still and strong, catching the weak prey with the help of Melek, and my violet eyes splashed with a mesmerizing orange only stare at her as she she looks upon me during my...entertainment. I have allowed her to take part in my experiments, allowed her to be by my side as I rip apart to see what is inside. I do admit, with each kill I get more of a rush from the screams and struggles. I cannot deny or stop the feeling it gives me when I see the insides pulsing until they no longer can survive. I do not deny myself my own instincts and nature. I embrace them. Only my sister and brother have been allowed to see such things, but usually they hold little interest in my ventures. Eden is too busy socializing. Ayal is busy doing her own thing, figuring out everyone around her in order to exert her superiority, as she should. I, however, spend my time exploring the bodies of the weak. It seems that I have found someone who is interested in the same, and it is the girl who stares back at me with gold and green eyes.

I feel a jerk in my mouth, as the creature desperately tries to kick free. I had no realized how long I may have been staring with intense gaze at her, but it is my greeting, and my taunt. She is to complete the destruction with me, and I test if she can...read my mind, so to say. I clamp down, feeling the more brittle bones snap in my mouth as I still hold my gaze, my pelt of white glistening in my unknown god-like stature. She speaks then, her voice beckoning me to do more to the pitiful creature that dangles from my mouth. I narrow my eyes slightly, hearing her continue as she wishes to see it bleed. I feel a growl forming in my throat, but it is no threat to her. My tail slashes as I see the hunger in her eyes, and I slowly lower the form to the ground.

It fights to get free, feeling a hope as it touches the earth once more. I have found most things are desperate to hold themselves to the ground. They cling to the earth in desperation, like they are about to float off into the unknown otherwise. I quickly move my paw to heavily step upon its neck. My pristine, young fangs, sharp and wild, are still impaling the back leg with ease. I feel a struggle under my paw and it only drives adrenaline to control my actions even further. I only push down harder until I hear strange noises of air being squeezed in and out as it tries to breath. I do not allow it to die though. I lighten up as I realize what is happening. Things need to breath to live, I have learned. I do not allow it to move though. I had rendered the back leg useless, and proceed to drop it back down to the earth.

My eyes wander back to Melek, and I flip the body around so the working hind leg is in her direction.

"Capit maxillis tuis." (Grasp it with your jaws. ) I say, my form steady and waiting for her grab onto it. I wish to try something new, something I cannot exactly do myself. I violently rush forward, and grasp the opposite end front leg. I will wait for Melek to do as I say, for in the end I think it will do what she wants. She wants blood? I think that this will do the trick.