For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
There is a pestilance spreading across the landscape that is Malodian. The wolves here fear the things they know, they seek comfort from one another on a grandose scale, they protect with tooth and claw what they think to be their own but they are wrong. Oh baby, they are wrong. You see, not a wolf here 'owns' the lands they call home, Samil knows this because though he has taken on a leadership role within the Vikes he knows that he does not own them nor the land they call their own, the grotto. There will be a rising tide soon, one that will swollow all of Moladian whole and rip from it what they cherish most.
He see's the weakness in the world. The love and care that others felt for each other, mothers to children, male to female... it causes him to shudder, before coming to Malodian he had been anything but what he was now. He had been a magestic beast, of shining coat and rippling muscles. Woman had flocked towards him and he to them, Naamah had always been that one that had kept him from tipping over the edge and keeping him some what close to her, but their unfortunate seperation had caused a break within the rock that surrounded what should be his heart.
Samil doesn't know how to deal with this crack. Never before has his foundations been shaken in such a way, never before had anyone dug so deep under his skin and peirced their nails into his flesh. When she had come back and he had watched over her, he was sure that she would try to seek him out, try to find him in some way... but she had not. Instead she had gone to him. Enderly. Even his named caused the tri-colored monster to grind his teeth as he watches the female before him leave her den to walk the wilderness in... perhaps it was fear... it built up within him, stroking his tight muscles.
He had gotten back at Naamah in his own way, he'd found a most perfect specimine -all be it a tad older than himself- and had used her to produce the fruit that would one day teach his ash black woman why he had been the king of the fallen. Rejects. All of them! and he had brought them about to become far more. Just as he would do here. He does not know that she is not alone, he does not know that a pup lays within the den. Had he known, it would not have stopped him from doing what he was about to do, but he would have taken the pup to Naamah and made her raise it up.
"talks like this"