You're the darkest burning star you're my perfect disease
I wander a lot as if there is always a constant itch in my paws, almost as if no place was good enough to truly call home, the deep black fur ringing my eyes making them stand out in a contast, the rest of me in shades of red like blood, yes these light green blue eyes definately do not exactly blend in with the rest of my body. My muscles thrum beneath my coat of blood red, yes I am of red and black and of the demons, and today I am not hunting but merely prowling, today I do not seek for a kill to satisfy my urges, no today it is my paws and my wanderlust that get what they desire. Iromar looks a lot like where I had grown up, and that brings back memories better left buried, and for now I just need to get away. Muscles ripple beneath my coat of cinnamons and reds as I move, showing my physical prowess, and it's not long before the scent of blood catches my attention, it smells like prey and of Iromarian scent, and it is not long before I am approaching it. It is there that I see the huntress I had seen here and there in Iromar.
My tongue draws over my muzzle, "The snow does look better stained in blood doesn't it? There's always been something alluring of red staining white. You've made quite the nice display, Eclipse." My tones are softer than usual, my pupil less green blue eyes on the huntress, she is as close to family as I can get. I used to be a rather... distrusted and outcast young wolf even amongst the demons, I used to hate every living thing with equal animosity, but I've grown out of such a stage. I used to want to kill verything and everyone without discrimination, and now I've learned to turn that hatred on those who deserve it. Those angels that had shamed us in the war, they'll get their come uppance one day. I'm not a monster but merely a demon, after all that's what my family is. I wave my tail at the huntress to show I am not dangerous just in case she does not recognize me, after all perhaps just because I have spotted her it doesn't mean she's seen much of me, so it's always better to just make sure. I take a seat as I wait for her reaction, an invitation to come closer or no. My ears are alert should anyone else seek to interrupt, if they do they may not like what happens. Maybe we could spill more scarlet together, if only someone dares infringe. If only.
G A A R A
You think you got a foot in the door but you got a foot in the grave