The warrior was on the hunt. How much time had passed since he had eaten? When was the last time his eyes had slept? Where was his den? These were not questions that filled Iblis' mind as he trotted on in the cold, dark, moonless night. No, his thoughts were full of rage and revenge. His only daughter had been attacked by a white wraith, a demon with fur the color of soot and ash. At first he thought it was Atreyu, the witch who had attacked a pup and given Iblis the scars on his face all those years ago. But it couldn't have been her. She had perished in the Skyfire, and her terrible mate with her. It had to have been another according to Ruvindra. Though Iblis was grateful to her for saving Gaia's life, he still had hard feelings towards her. There is no way his child would want to stay in a pack of demons on her own free will and yet when he tried to take her home, Gaia had refused. What could he have done? Would it have been better to take her away by force, making her hate him even more? For the first time in days, Iblis stopped his wandering and allowed his paws a moments rest.
There was a small hint of blood in the air and Iblis turned around to see a small trail of it following him. Confused, he gazed down and saw a pool of it gathering in the snow beneath his front paws. When had that happened? Iblis couldn't remember feeling any pain but he paws had been rubbed raw for several days. His mind was numb and only the thought of ripping that white demons throat filled him. It had been the first time in who knows how long that the lone wolf had given himself time to stop and think about his next move. He had heard from Heyel that Taviora had been attacked by none other than Tobias. As an ally, it was Iblis' sworn duty to help protect the pack that had offered his family protection when Rhae had given birth. He had also learned that the wolfess who had tried to take his little Gaia away was the mate of the Black Prince. It seemed the scarred fighter would be able to kill two birds with one stone if all went according to plan.
Not that there was much of a plan. After telling Coza he was on the hunt, Iblis had taken off into the wilds without so much as a word to anyone. His mate and sons would be worried to death but at the moment he didn't care. He didn't think that if he were to find his enemy the fight would be terribly one sided. While he knew about these wolves, Iblis had never seen Tobias and Flare. He had hunted the black brute for years, but he was always eluded by the cunning man. But not tonight. No, tonight was Iblis' turn. He was going to get his revenge and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.
He needed to draw attention to himself. That is what these evil creatures did, right? Prey upon the weak? Well, he would just have to look weak then. Shaking his fur, Iblis continued but his gait was slower. He limped heavily trying to show the world that he was injured. The pain in his paws was bad, but not bad enough to make him need to carry his legs gingerly across the snow in such a fashion. Every few minutes he would let out a small whimper of pain and gaze around with wide, fearful eyes. All the while his senses were gazing at the riverside and fields around him. Tonight, blood would be spilled and he would end the torment the hellhound and his mate had caused.
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I B L I S
--Male--Fourteen--Loves only Rhae--Loner--
Gaia ~ Cae ~ Lucero
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