Every since my meeting with Enderly, my mind has been ill at ease. The revelation that the bond that connected me to Astaroth was called imprinting and that our souls were now one had left me with a multitude of unanswered question. My one concern was the fact that Enderly said that because we were bound in soul, we were also bound in life; should one of us die, the other should follow. It scared me, because if either of us were going to die in this relationship, it was going to be me. I was still weak, and this fact made me desire to be stronger even more so than ever. Of course the silver tongued Enderly could have been lying to me, but i'd rather not take the risk.

I guess imprinting made sense with the magic I felt, the pull to Astaroth and only Astaroth. It was hard to explain it, but I felt like I belonged to him and he belonged to me. He was mine, with all his flaws. Sure he couldn't listen for a damn, or that some things flew over his head far to quickly, or that he could be quite bull-headed, but none of those things mattered. He had proved to me that everything I knew about demons was wrong. Sure they could still be terrifying, especially Andras, but I had also seen caring from Astaroth. He cared about me and I inturn cared about him. He caused me to trust and feel in a way I didn't know was possible; Some might call it love, but I had no experience in that area, so I couldn't tell you.

I moved swiftly through the shadows, having become more and more comfortable with the marsh land and all the dangers it posed. A beaver hanging from my jaws and I traversed my way back to the den Astaroth and I shared. In a way, I was lucky I was so small, because it allowed me to move over soft ground without sinking like the bulky mass of Astaroth would do. I pushed through the marsh weeds and hopped over fallen logs until I was across from the small little island that was our den. It smelled heavily of Astaroth: a very comforting scent.

I hopped across to the island, unsure if Astaroth could even be found within the confines of the den or not. He had been busy with his duties as Cerberus, well somewhat anyway, and so sometimes he was away from the den, leaving me to my own devices. I dropped the beaver to the ground, my eyes scanning over to the trophy room of bones behind our den that I hoped to one day contribute to in some way. "Astaroth?" I called out, picking up my beaver again and sliding into the den. Unfortunately it was empty, making me drop the beaver and sigh. I layed down and curled up into a ball, deciding to wait to eat until Astaroth had returned from whatever he was doing.