I stare at this female dead on with my golden and black flecked eye, though I face her as any other would. I am nearly the same height as her and our builds very similar, we are near identical in build and I find that amusing. How deep do these similarities go I wonder? Are they just of the flesh or does it go down to the very core? I am not the power house Anselm is, but that doesn’t mean anything in battle, it’s about how you use your strengths and cover your weaknesses that truly matter and I have been honing those by hunting the lesser beings of my own kind with my ‘Angel’ partner.

My form shifts taking another step forward taking a deep and obvious sniff of the females scent as she observes me to simply confirm my suspicions which she only did further by responding to the latin language that, as far as I am aware, only the angels and demons speak. In English, Anselm would have been angry, but I had only known the English tongue at birth, as was correct, but my desire to be and communicate with Anselm forced my paw, I had to speak it too. So I learned and speak it I do now.

”Why lie?” I say following her to the tongue of commoners, I roll my russet and black shoulders and shake my head. It’s more obvious than the hole in my head what she is. Though I will admit I thought they were pure black and russet, but she was dark grey… Perhaps these colors were too acceptable by the demons. Her scent and ability to understand Latin though were clearly enough. I was no fool and I would not be treated like one. If that wasn’t enough her actions that followed were.

I was curious when she stood suddenly snapping her own fangs down upon her leg tearing the thin flesh and allowing the brilliant red elixir to leak out. My tongue ran unbidden around my lips, copper scent filling my nose and single eye widening slightly. I was going to behave I really was planning on it but she was hitting my soft spot. I inhaled deeply my body giving a small twitch before pausing her words barely reaching my ears. Am I a demon? Was this how they greeted their own kind? Offering them each other’s blood?

My answer? Well I couldn’t really stop myself with a wolf so willing to allow me the chance right? I lunge forward and while I think she was more offering a taste than a bite I really couldn’t stop myself. I attempt to take hold of the leg with my own fangs wishing to see more, to taste and feel. Was she just like Anselm and I? Were all demons this way or just this one? I was curious and if she was going to give blood to me I will take it at least until she retaliates. Though if she leaves me unchecked I might just take the whole damn long leg off for myself. I have seen wolves suffer without limbs before its most interesting and bloody. So far she is just like any other physically that Anselm and I have torn, but something tells me inside, her soul, is a very different creature and one that maybe I will like.