Eyes of cold emerald merely watch the white female flee from the one whom snarls and growls his command, deadened features turning once more with silent care to focus again upon the three whom remain, emotionless, expressionless features simply staring once more with unblinking eyes as Ieron snarls towards him, his form held in the manner of threat though it would seem indeed the darkened nightmare is oblivious this day, as if Ieron does not exist for his threats are meaningless, just as the presence of Saqr and Rouge remain as such, they are nothing but food to be consumed, he merely waits for the weakest to step forward, for the most vulnerable amongst them to show anything other then strength in his presence. His mind waits like a coiled serpent of blackened desire, waiting for one wrong move, waiting for a target to consume and feed upon with merciless ease. He stays where he is, staring still, as if the force of his darkened gaze may render one of the other lifeless through determination alone. He is simply dead, he does not exist, merely lingers within this state of purgatory until death itself can take pity upon him and remove him from this life. Yet until that moment he will act as deaths messenger on silent obsidian wings, his teeth and tongue baying for the heated blood of another. He will not tolerate the weak, will remove them from his sight for such is his role, a personification of Death himself.

They should thank him, these wolves of Moladion, thank him for taking weakness from their packs and lands and lines, for allowing only the strong to reproduce. He is making them stronger in turn yet none will see, none will understand and all turn teeth against him. He does not care. He cannot, empathy does not exist within a creature designed to feed and little else. Their words are naught but vile noise to his ears, the snarls of Ieron causing the side of his lip to lift, bloodied teeth exposed in a clear threat though no sound leaves his lips, no snarl or growl, he merely displays his weaponry before his features fall blank once more and the deadened and vile staring continues. One will die, he is sure, one amongst them will provide at least a taste of blood though he comes no further into the pack land, merely remaining seated, ebony swathed form a towering statue of rippling muscle and violent force- contained for now, waiting….waiting for one wrong move or for the tension within the trio before him to spill into bloodied furore and allow him to make his own move. Perhaps, should they all turn against him in unison he will flee, for he is naught foolish enough to take on three others at once though even then their odds are limited against a creature given to berserker rage. One cannot fight what does not stop, what does not respond to pain or disfigurement. Such is the strength of his power, Tobias simply continues his assault, an unstoppable force when it is blood he seeks.

This silence simply continues, for so very rarely does the Black Prince speak that many have forgotten the sound of his voice, many have forgotten he carries a name, that he was born of Jaidah and Demetri, that his snarl is so very horrific for the damage done to his throat by the Angel King, Heyel. They forget whom he is, they see only what he is and yet indeed it would seem that today is a day for the unexpected, jaws parting in a heated breath though no ravaged snarl nor growl spring free as saliva runs freely to pool on the earth below and those reptilian eyes fall upon Ieron.

“Waiting.”

It is only one word, released along with a single breath to coil and twist with the release of air from his throat, the word little more than a hiss barely heard as his tongue moves to slide across his jaws, the only sign of life once more within the creature the rise and fall of his sides with the air that permeates his lungs. Perhaps the wolves will pay no attention, perhaps they will go back to their conversation and ignore him entirely or indeed perhaps they will come forward, one by one so he may decide which amongst them is weakest…..

We will see.