The effects of such a strong bond were intoxicating. He could not help himself, could not control it. It was a fated thing, a thing meant to be, and Yojimbo was never one to argue with the Fates. Yet what did she want? What is it that drives her to call him? She is one that is so different, a side of himself he had not particularly explored before. He did not know that his naturally calm demeanor had an equally powerful effect upon her.

He was taken with her scent as she allowed his muzzle to travel down her neck gently. He swore that he could hear the very blinking of her eyes, the sound so subtle of veils touched with liquid, telling him that she was not displeased with his touch and with his inhalation. Yet she pulls away, and feels so soon and yet he felt he had been there so long. She wanted something from him, and he could feel her desire boiling like it was his very own blood. Her words like chimes whispering in the wind, wishing to know more about him.

"The stars, they speak to me, they tell me of everything, they tell me of nothing. They once told me, of when they would fall to this world, they told me of their destruction. I go, where they tell me, why is it, they bring me to you?" he questions, pulling his dark head back a bit to drink her sapphire eyes as she meets his gaze.

There must be a reason why Yojimbo was brought to stand aside a Demon. He is a creature most trusted by the Angels they hate. He was their adviser, the one who read the stars and saved the white winged wolves from certain death. He was the one who convinced Heyel to leave Trenus, and he was certainly one of the hated by the Demons. He did not know though. He knew quite little about the Demons other than their war upon Diveen. Yet Yojimbo was not one to judge an individual due to simple associations, nor would he judge this wolfess that lures him with her glimmering eyes. She will let him know what she wishes, and he will take whatever he can get.

He would await her answer, as whatever she says will have its own meaning, its own truth of the matter. She is his own soul and his very own silver lined eyes reflect that as they reflect her dark image in the dim light of mystery above. He wanted to know more, to understand her, to uncover her darkness with the light of the moon- if only she allows it.