I am pleased that he answers and obeys me so. I would be...irritated if he did otherwise. He answers that they would not like that, and I do indeed want entrance to the pack. I need to go here, and smelling the stench of Eden only drives me to further into the depths of Taviora. I cannot explain why, I just know this is an important place. It is only becoming more important as time goes on. This boy is something that I need to lure closer in time. I know that he will be useful, other than he ties to Taviora. There is more to him than the tie of the girl that draws me here.

He moves along to where we should wash the blood off. I follow with my violet eyes looking around carefully, knowing and understanding my surroundings. I am very keen to know the most efficient paths, to know where someone may lurk and hide. I refuse to ever be caught off guard. I know how I execute my kills against other lupines, and I will not let such a thing happen to me. My white paws crush the life that may be living below me as we head to the water ahead.

He enters the water, cleansing himself of the blood in the clear liquid. I simply stand at the edge and stare for a moment, my tail flicking as my face holds no emotion but a slightly furrowed brow. I do not wish to get clean. I enjoy the smell of my kills and experiments upon my face. I like knowing their life remains upon my white pelt. The Angel's claim their red marks were stains of blood, but it was nothing but a lie, a twist of the tongue. I actually do wear the blood of my enemies- and in reality, everyone is my enemy- and I would proudly wear all of their blood, a mark that always shifts and changes. Yet I am no Angel, and I never will be.

My nose twitches before I dip my paws in the water. I allow my fur to get soaked, to let the water run across and wash away most of the blood. I certainly don't get it all off though. I am not exactly the most thorough creature on earth, but it should be enough to satisfy. If anything, I will say I stopped some crazy wolf from attacking this boy- and if he was wise he would agree. I do not spend much time in the chilled liquid, turning to get out of the water and shake every last bit off. I look towards the boy who asks where I want to go. It is odd. I am not exactly sure. I need to go into Taviora, and I need to find her...but I don't know who she is.

"In. Bring me in. I need. She...in there," I state simply, turning my head to stare at him with my orange-flashed violet eyes. I do know this is a place where Heyel goes, and I have this feeling the girl who called me his name would be here. I dislike that others mistake me for him, in fact, it makes me livid. I have seen my face, I know they are practically identical, and I am no idiot. Heyel is certainly my sire, and only in his death can I be certain of it. Perhaps soon, but first, I'd rather find this girl, and understand why the hell Eden is in sniffing range of her.