I am never far from the lady that owns my heart even now as we skulk through the darkened trees, everything about me is in a silent protective state as I walk behind Purge, I know we are here for a reason but I can't shake the feelings I have about the fights to come. Shiran is out there some where waiting to try his paw for my ladys pleasure so that this season we might have pups, the plans for Diveen... it is all on my mind even as she takes her place and calls to the wicked. They are slow to come and it makes me wonder if those that come are of the truest form of evil.
First one male comes free of the woodwork, he is of a pale white with some of the most striking blue eyes I have ever seen but I know that one should not judge on looks alone, I know I am not one anyone should judge on appearances. I wait though because he seems to already know my lady and I am curious and perhaps a bit of jealousy stirs in by belly. He is not the only one to show up and I look toward the younger male that makes his way towards us. I watch from the shadows, though my love knows of my existence here I can guarantee that both these males will not. I am scentless, neither male or female gender leads to my presence, I haven't created a scent in my life and it is because I was born a female that was unable to breed.
As I had grown up in a male's world, being immensely large for a female I had taken these attributes and rolled with them. I have to say I've never felt like I was a female, even my voice did not have the feminine tones as a child. So it is now that I move out of the shadows and next to my mate, I am tall but not taller than Purge, everything about me is bulk. My three-toned gray body is well muscled and the darker gray skull marking shows my namesake well, my one fang hangs from the too jaw longer than the other to my tooth. Pale green eyes survey the males with a critical stare noting features on each while never staying on one longer than the other, I am silent and do not wish to speak to these two, they will have to prove themselves to us in the growing days.
"talks like this"
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