I stalk the outer edges of the gathering, hungry ice blue stare taking in the many wolves who have come here today. They play in the water and gather on the banks, seemingly friendly but some housing secret gazes that I can easily pick up on. I hold a secret of my own so how can I not pick up on it? This secret drives me now fiercer than ever like a rabid dog without a chain to hold it bound. My chains have been broken with the death of my mate, the only wolf who has ever hoped to tame me. Now that she's gone, my freedom is restored and my soul hungers for a vengeance I shall have before I draw my final breath.
Disdain flashes in my eyes as I watch the wolves play and socialize. Such mediocre activities when they could be doing something much more fulfilling, like running for their lives. Oh, but if only Godric were here to tease me, to flaunt about plans of how we could terrorize the dogs, make them fear the ground they walk on. If only he were still alive to share this side of me. Rose could never understand the inner beast. It would have scared her, something I never wished to do to her. Such a delicate creature and yet so perfect, I will never find another like her.
And yet the wolves tempt me with their love sick eyes as they search the depths of this gathering for purpose, for something more. They can't see what's right in front of their eyes. There is no hope, no love, only death and a means to an end. There is only survival and the way you go about it. I have a rather unique idea of it myself which I intend to implement shortly. Moladian will feel my wrath. It has taken Rose from me for the last time.
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əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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