Who can say what it was about the white brute that had turned my magnificent skull his way, but what ever it was, it must have been damned good. I have been shadowing him since before I challenged for Diveen, and every time I see him, he only interests me further. Not to say that I have not gained an interest in anyone else over the seasons, but he has held the forefront of my curiosity for longer than anyone else I have come across. The tan male I have come across has held another kind of interest, but not anything compared to what this beast has managed to kick up. I stare at him with an open coldness that would freeze any other being, for him it only puts sparks in his gaze and has his tongue strolling lazily against the red stained alabaster of his devilish mouth. Again a pang of interest strikes my consciousness, and I am given to barely allow a twitch of my lips in amusement at his reaction. I speak, watching my words twist a jester's grin across his pretty face.

"Are you looking to goad me, vampire? Lead me down the narrow way of sharp tongue and wit? I don't rise to challenges I do not make." His look has my skin tingling, a quick whip of that delicate fire streaming through my blood. I have never been accused of being a foolish or blind wolf, I know his eyes raze over my skin like a wild fire eats up the dried grasses of my old savanna home. I see the mild shock he hides within the icy caverns of his eyes, the interest that passes through him, and it has an odd feeling coursing through my veins, again. Honestly, the males in this place and creating such an odd desire, you would think they would not make wolves who could attract a female like myself. He speaks again, though I am only half-aware of what he says, what the sounds he makes actually mean. I find the corners of my mouth raising subconsciously, and I quickly quell the urge to smile, to validate his humor. "I find I am rather partial to the marks he leaves me, they serve as reminders to come back for more. Testing myself is also part of it, I also wished to know the leaders of this land are as strong as their station demands. Things have been silent here for sometime, or so I have been led to believe." This I do smile for, my lips pulling up and my own set of daggers are revealed.

My eyes flash to the girl, her stillness would have been an eerie thing for some, to me it is as if he has made her a doll. Something to be played with and thrown away as soon as the hair begins to fall out, or one of the eyes pops out, or when it gets that awful mildew smell. Pink seems to turn to white as the light hits them, reflective surfaces of my irises beaming the light back out, making my world red for a moment as my pupils seek to adjust. My scarred paw tingles ferociously as if it has gone into eternal slumber, and a spasm is sent up my leg. I simply stand there for a moment, growling deeply and stomping the damned paw into the ground. The tantrum is only met with a fiercer tickling pain that simply dies down a bit as I move once more. When will the nerves just die? Why don't they stop this silly tingling and just die? Distraction, I need a distraction lest I lash out on my poor vampire.

I move to the corpse, watching as if I was a loved one paying respects, noting with a sick fascination that her ribs seem to still lift and fall with breath, though I know she does not. Our minds are not truly capable of processing death, we see it, deal with it every day, and yet, our minds simply refuse to admit that one being can be here one moment and disappear in the next. Even in deer I have seen this "breathing" thing before, a petty trick of the mind. It does have me intrigued, however, not as interested as I am in the dealer of the girl's state. I have seen nothing but the moment we spoke in my head for weeks, and now...I can think of not one of the questions I wished to ask him. I can hardly focus on the girl, let alone forming intelligent conversation with another wolf. Perhaps I am too out of touch with society. I have not engaged another wolf in conversation without first meaning to take their lives in so long that it would seem I have forgone all the customary niceties. I realize I have over looked something vital, something he called to attention a moment ago. This revelation only brought to light his own social shortcomings, he hasn't done it either. "The name's Purge, vampire. You would do well to make note of the meaning of the word and the wolf. Your work is interesting, however, should it interfere with my own..." I make a special note to give the dead girl a pointed stare as I trailed off of my own sentence. I send a flashy smirk his way, my tail flicking in my own amusement and my eyes aglow with malicious and violent humor.