I lounge tail swaying over the edge like one of those big cats in the trees, I roll slightly to my side not scared or worried like probably most should be in such a vulnerable state. I am far to use to this life now. Things that try to hurt me more often than not regret it damn near instantly. Hoever the one that I smell is coming towards me is very much the one I was hoping to see and attract here today. My tongue rolls over my teeth just before a half grin touches my maw. My Angel approaches, his whole stoic appearance. Never do I see much emotion out of him, but I don’t need to know that he value’s me to some degree. To the strength I do? Perhaps not, but I owe him much, after all he had taken that what tainted my being then that freak Eden devoured it.

Every time I thought about him my skin crawled and a bad taste sat in my mouth. The creature was nothing compared to his brother, yet I know we share something… It disgusts me, it is some joke of fate to have him be my imprint though I do not lust after him like some winter whore at the very least. His very image repels me to the greatest levels and I desire nothing more than to spill his blood and watch him suffer. Anselm I would do anything for, a strange sick turn of events for Eden perhaps, but Anselm was my only friend and savior.

Soon his voice reaches her ears in the form of her name and oh how she loved to hear him say it. She rolled over grinning at him her singular golden and black flecked eye taking his handsome visage in. "Fieri potest meus mane panes. Quamquam ego sum beatus ad explorandum neglegentes.""That could be my morning meal. Though I am happy to explore to be certain." I say still smiling all the while my tail waving as I rise to my paws stretching out my multi-colored form before leaping down, elegant, deadly all in one package. I trot forward tilting my head curious to where my friend has been though really I already know. I want to ask but the moment isn’t right.

"Perduc in via, Anselm.""Lead the way, Anselm." I say. I am his shadow after all, his visible darkness. I know he isn’t afraid to show the ‘angels’ of Diveen what he’s really like, but still I simply enjoy the metaphors. It is still appropriate always to follow in his trail I am picking up wreckage when needed receiving blame if it came to it. Anything to protect the image of the angel before me.