It didn't take long for my ears to hear the sound of footsteps in the distance. They swivel as they adjust, head turning slightly with narrowed violet eyes as I look towards the sound's location. Another has come with haste, and I could only guess why. This place was certainly more active than he expected, as the sound of running from one side was accompanied by the sound of softer footsteps to the other. The softer footsteps were more of a threat, for I could hear the other one coming.

I turn my handsome cranium back around, looking towards the other source of sound as my eyes fall upon one smaller than me, one younger in size. A female that I know, and I feel something in my stomach turn as I feel as if...I know so much about her. Her pelt of black and brown is touched by the gentle morning light, her own eyes much darker than the orange slashed violets of my own. I gaze into them. I do not realize how truly intense my gaze is on this moment, how I stare like one set in insanity, lit with flame and torn to pieces. I am urged forward to her, feeling a violent sudden tug.

I had not realized that I had forgotten the sound of footsteps coming from the other way. I had lost so much awareness of the world around me, and it was completely out of my control. I just wanted to stare at her, this young girl, and steal her very soul for my own. She is not one that needs to be purified, not one that needs such as thing as Melek did for she is something else entirely...but what? That tug I felt, it was one most controlling in her direction. It made my very paws inch forward on the giant root, etching against moss.

And yet suddenly, the sounds of footsteps become loud as the other rounds the corner. They become so loud and so deafening. I can feel the blood swelling in my ears, a rage cascading through my very being just at the thought of someone nearing her. I feel my own white hackles raising, a call from the young girl screaming in my ears, competing with my own deafening heartbeat. It had gotten louder, the beat of my heart, louder and faster, an energy filling my very bones as she says to me... Heyel? Look out?

Despite her mistake in my identity, my mind is fast enough to process the sounds of another and the words look out. I jump down and to the side of the root I was standing on, landing with skill, landing perfectly and more so than I could say most of the time...I feel as if she gives me this power, the young one who dare call me Heyel. I fell the elixir of adrenaline coursing through every muscle, every little part of me as I twist to see a girl most insane before my eyes, insane with her own growls of threats that only cause growls more vicious to fling from my throat. I bare my fangs at her, having avoided an apparent attack and yet she hadn't come forward quite yet to attempt another.

I would destroy her if she did though. I was rip her eyes out first. I would tear about her nose. I would dig out the inners of her ears. I would make her taste her own flesh. I would rip off parts of her face, starting from the corner of her lips and ripping down past the throat. I would annihilate her...if she dare got close to...her. The young one. The puppy. Why I feel this way, I don't know or even care in this moment, I only keep my fangs bared, fangs glistening and slashing in the air towards the other unworthy, tail lifting in a sign of dominance. I keep my violet eyes slashed with orange on the invader, tongue licking my teeth in my continued threat as I then speak.

"Vis ne aeternum dolores abire," I hiss, my vocal tangled and threaded with snarls of violent intent. It doesn't even occur to me to use common tongue, a tongue I...quite honestly don't know that well. It is a language vile, and I know enough to get by, understanding it more easily than speaking it. My voice, it is quite different than Heyel, lacking the definition of old age that he holds, but filling such a void with the blood lust and darkness of my own mother.

"Non sum Heyel," I say, and yet I had heard the common tongue from her mouth, the mouth of the pup, and something inside me drove me to use the common tongue with her, drove me in a way that I did not feel with the growling stranger...the stranger I wanted to spread across the forest on this morning.

"Heyel, no I" I say in the common tongue, tail lashing behind me in the cool morning air, still showing my strength and dominance, my willingness to crash forward and end her life slowly, painfully if dare take a step in the wrong direction, if she dare or if the other girl young...I think...I think I would kill for her, offer the invader's tongue to her as gift. Yes, if the invader dare even cause my hackles to prickle forward, I would end her life and give her soul to the pup.

Pups like souls, right?