Disgusting. Utterly and completely revolting. I taste the bitter quality of the bile rising in my throat as I watch the pair before me through the snow. Oh, that is simply repulsive, and enough to take the fire out of my dark intentions. I have to swallow the metallic liquid in my mouth, trying very hard not to retch right there in the snow thanks to that horrid display of affection. How can such a sight, or action, not make someone sick from the sight - or feel - of such a weak thing as love? Truly, it is a weakness to have such a bond with another. Yes, such a thing exists to help aid our species in the production of offspring, then the female does not feel like a whore and the male...well generally they tend to get...softer toward their partner. I have heard chilling rumors that within this place there exists a crime against nature. A bond so strong that it completely changes a male - taking the hard and strong ones down to a simply pathetic creature. The females change as well, though not so much. It is said this mysterious force is so powerful, the male can hardly exist without his bonded near to him, and should she refuse his claim on her soul and cast him aside, he would sooner perish than to be without her.

The pair before my eyes seems to be so oddly matched, there is no way they would have been actual mates. What I am staring at is the product of an unnatural pull to each wolf's soul. What I am watching is a hideous thing and I never hope to feel that nasty softness to another. The way she tenderly cares for his wounded paw, the way he leans against her much taller body...this speaks of love. I wonder briefly what he would do to keep his female safe, and my thoughts immediately turn to red as I imagine him sacrificing himself for her. How I could turn their bond into something atrocious, play them against one another without even having to say a word. I could feign an attack at her, he would step in the way, he would be dead and she would be blind with pain and grief and I could take her as well. This time, I decide to be nice because - even though this damn scene sickens me to my stomach - I feel I need to investigate them more. So I move my fabulous form toward them, watching their reactions and giving them a bit of space. Their love might spread and infect me too, and honestly I cannot afford to be sensitive.

The hilarity of this situation only increases as the tiny male steps before his girlfriend and makes like he is going to protect her from me, should I prove harmful that is. I have to keep myself from laughing outright at his attempt, to keep the amusement off my face. When he speaks his voice is full of suspicion and bite, and I find a smile sneaking onto my face despite my attempts to keep that from happening. "I am Purge. I have no idea what Iromar is, and I highly doubt you owe me any blood - be it yours, or whoever else's." My smile grows as I watch the paranoia on his face. "Also, while the idea is a little amusing, I highly doubt your girlfriend would appreciate me attempting to take either of you anywhere. Rest easy, tiny guardian, I am not here to hurt you or your lady love. Honestly, I am a little concerned for you." My 'honesty' was actually a blatant lie, but how could he know that? "Is that paw alright?" My reflective eyes show a false concern that would fool even my mother, who knows very well what genuine concern looks like from me.

I did note that the larger wolf stayed deathly silent, watching me as if she truly expected me to grow wings and devil horns and start a fire from Hell right in front of them. While the thought did find my smile running for its life before I realized where I was and what I was doing here, I have to clear the pleasant image of death from my head. I glance down at the male's injured paw, then back to the female. Yeah...this was going to be a waste of a conversation, but no matter. One wasted is worth three more tries at least.

"It would be best if you found shelter before the paw gets frost bitten, or you get hypothermia, or some other predator comes by searching for a meal. Do you live near by?" I look between the mismatched pair once again, waving my soft white plume behind me in a friendly manner. The female hasn't taken her pretty blue-green gaze off of me since I appeared, a gaze that I find oddly disconcerting. She seems wary of anything, and cautious of me as she should be, but still, am I not acting nice enough? Should I put more sugar on my cake of lies and mystery? Too much sugar could blow the act, I think I have enough for the moment.