The delciously intoxicating aroma of a femora in bloom. Rarely ever did the beast hunt them down as he was now, rarely ever did he even bother with them. The damsels came to him, clinging to him like a stain and hoping beyond hope he wouldn't leave them and his spawn. He always did, never staying to wait for her to be pregnant and for the pups to be born. He hated the idea of pups, the pictures of them that flooding is mind absolutely detested him. They were so weak, so puny and he had to wonder if his memories of him being the same were ever true. Now, as the hungry soldier lurked within the trees of this foriegn landscape, he inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring slightly as he pinpointed the delictable aroma. She wasn't far now, in fact, she was nearer than Malikye had anticipated.

His large charcoaled colored mass launches into the trees, a silent threat making its way quite fast to where the unknown victim lay in wait. He slithered along the ground like a serpent, those oceanic portals locked on to the unseen target before him while his auds flick this way and that to every sound. He is tracing her paw steps, although smaller than his own, and already, he has found her. He pauses beyond her sight, lurking behind a tree as his crystalline eyes take in her colorful form. Even in the shadows, her colors seemed brighter than others he had witnessed. On cue, the girl lets out a loud howl, her melody breaking through his concentration and causing his ears to flatten against his thick cranium. His kisser lifts, flashing dangerously white daggers before she began moving away from her area.

It appeared she was searching for something, as if in a hunt or something. Malikye follows like a shadow, unheard and unseen. Her gaze rests upon a rabbit and within moments, a feast has begun. The breeze lifts, causing her aroma along with the sweet metallic scent of blood to cloud his thoughts and before he knows it, the soldier has stepped forward from his hiding place. Malikye does not make a move to go towards her, instead he is still allowing his icy blues to graze hungrily along her youthful form. She looked young, perhaps this was her first season. That woudl explain her idea of being alone. Foolish girl, there were bigger monsters out here than Malikye. "do you think it is wise to be out here, alone, in your...state.." His question is more like a statement as it slides out through stoic lips in a gruff, low voice.


"hear my battle cry."