It was not long before a femme came near him, though he saw her before she spotted him. The ess allowed her limbs to carry herself out of the water and Zorion’s muds laid upon her, watching her move daintily, hesitantly. She even shook water from her paws before allowing them upon the dry land. She was pretty, petite… elegant. She looked as if she floated above the ground… if he had been the brute he was before he met Harries, he would have thought she was an angel. One that had fallen from heaven, sent to grace the earth with her presence, her sole purpose to save the souls of those upon the wrong path.

But now he knew better. And as he looked upon her, he saw her for what she truly was – a demon. A master of deception sent only to confuse others. Ruin others. Lead them down paths dark and evil, corrupting the souls of everyone, especially of brutes. They were the spawn of the devil, a scourge to the rest of the varg race… but thanks to Harries he now knew how to temper them and how to trap their horrid ways. There was only one way to do it, and it was cruel and harsh and violent, but it was the only way. To take from them what less knowledged individuals would call ‘innocence’. To ravage their bodies and set within them the seed of a brute. To implant within them offspring… but the trap would only be temporary. So powerful were they, that the task would need to be repeated each time their offspring were weaned in order to revamp the spell. That was the only way

And now, after months of training… after months of watching Harries every move and of mimicking his motions, his mentor had finally given him permission to take upon a femme in battle. Perhaps now upon a battle field, but in mental capacity and wits. Harries had enough trust in him to think that Zorion would be able to successful better an ess… and that was why he was here now. He had thought about a plan of attack – carefully choose a weaker femme, one with less capability to see through his scheme. As he gazed at her, at how delicate she was, not yet full grown into adult hood, he took himself back and remembered how easily Apollonia had been manipulated by Harries, and she had been the same age just about. This one would do perfectly.

It was then that she looked about, her gaze falling upon him for longer than was normally socially acceptable between two strangers. Finally, she moved back toward the water, sitting by the edge before looking at him once more. Zorion raised his form from the gravel and shook off the loose pieces of sand from his pelt. His fur was clean as when he rose, he showed off his tall, muscular physique that was apparent just beneath his skin. His haunches tightened slightly as he pushed himself toward her, his paws making gentle depressions in the sand. Maw curling into a smile, he dipped his cranium toward him. “Hello, miss.” His vocals were low, rumbling in his chest as he spoke, his muddy brow eyes soft. “My name is Zorion, may I please inquire as to your own name? Such a one as you must surely have a lovely name to match your lovely face.”



OOC- None :3