I am looking for him, for too long have I rested remained in shadows as the hole where my eye used to be healed. I had thought I had recovered quickly but it seemed it still took some time for it to care for itself as it should. Now it is covered in rugged scarring, the small indent in my head where my useless left eye used to be giving me a gruffer look than ever. My form over the last year had filled out, though it still wasn’t saying much. I wasn’t very tall, but I was certainly leggy, someone to out run others take chunks of them out in little bits and pieces slowly tearing them to shreds until there was nothing left. I did my best to keep up with Anselm, but he enjoyed company much more than I it seemed. Or at least tolerated it more.

I generally followed him, watching his interactions in case someone was to… displease him or interest him. Whatever the case today I feel I need to find him, perhaps talk to some stranger. It was then that I spotted the wolf of red and black, my singular golden and black flecked eye landing on her figure. Her scent was clearly that of the demons, perhaps not as strong as some. Melek figured she should meet these ‘demons’ just as the ‘angels’ they were names nothing else, they truly didn’t seem all that demonic. A grin split my maw at the thought if Anselm was the angel, I would be the demon to him, though both of us essentially sought the same thing, perhaps it was for different reasons. My goal was blood, that was really it, I didn’t enjoy seeing how things worked to be honest, but I certainly would help him figure out whatever it was that tickled his fancy at the time.

However for now my gaze is set upon the apparently demon female and I am not scared as to walk up right up to her. My light form making way down the hill russet highlights touching my own form as white paws carry me ever silently towards her. I do not hide, I will let her know I am coming, for now she is safe I have no desire or interest in her blood simply information for the time being. I want to see how these demons really are and if they are anything like me. I hear they also speak the language that Anselm so prefers so this will be the first test.

"Una tantum de te audio daemoniorum?""Are you one of the demons I hear so much about?" My tone is even, though rough, I care little of the petty fight between these two groups that, in my opinion, are exactly the same through and through. The scent of Diveen has long left my pelt though I am certain I am still welcome there, still it should make this a little more of an honest talk I think. Time for me to perhaps do what Anselm finds joy in, maybe I will even tear her up to see if her insides are the same as an angel should I feel like it. Is their blood the same color too? I am so curious, but for now I must show a little restraint. For now.