I can say that she has developed far since we knew first met as pups. Her body has morphed and changed just as my own has. I have grown taller, thicker and more powerful. I find that I can command more out of anyone that I wish. I find that I how the physical power to get whatever I want- and that knowledge does encourage a flame within me. I know that Eden feels the same way, but he is more...obvious I feel, and I do think it may be his demise in the end.

I watch as my Melek speaks, rolling her form over, and jumping down with her body growing so much more...feminine as time goes on. I find it oddly alluring as I get older, and the chill of winter's kiss does not help such a thing. I understand why it is that men become pups again in the sight of an attractive female, but I still find myself more...immune to its feelings. I am able to overcome this type of primal urges, at least...for now. I do let my eyes look at her slender legs as she comes forwards towards me.

As she comes towards me proclaiming me to lead the way, I cannot help but lift my head slightly. My tail raises in a sort of natural dominance, something that I cannot help, cannot fight against and thus I knew my departure from Diveen was required. I cannot let my tail drop for the likes of Isola. I am pleased that Melek left such a place with me, and that we can roam the freelands of Moladion- even if it is more dangerous. I let a smirk touch my poisoned lips, my maw reaching out to her as the gap is closed.

I seek to grasp her muzzle gently between my jaws. It is both a sign of affection and dominance. It is a sign that I have power, the power to crush and destroy bone but I do not use such a thing upon her. It is my kindness, you see. I had purged the impurity from her body, cleansed her many moons ago, and she is mine since. I will still never understand why my brother absorbs such impurity for himself- yet one so pure such as I, I suppose, has to has an impure counterpart. Yet, hard to believe still Ava would produce such a thing.

Afterwards, I brush against her, moving towards the scent of blood, towards the sound of death in the call of birds. I have grown to understand the patterns of ravens and vultures in the sky, how they act when something they find delicious dies. I let my orange-slashed violet eyes look upwards at the dark creatures above, following them as I move with great understanding and skill within the forest.

My senses tingle, and my fur lifts as the trees part and the kill is exposed, birds clawing into it, and yet even something more curious- a coyote, gnawing away. I find that my skin ripples and a dark urge clenches my soul. A sudden rush of blood enters my very heart, and my lips peel back to expose my white knives. Coyotes- they were not wolves, they were some bastard creations, things that needed to be cleansed from this earth.

I know I need to say nothing to Melek. She will follow my charge. With teeth exposed, I then rush forth. She should know what to do, my Melek, after many hunts together. I will rush straight for the creature, my eyes fixated upon it as my muscles move my body forth. I move quickly, the coyote aware of my presence and attempting to run. A cloud of black feathers erupts, but I do not fret- I simply press forth, my white form obvious, my white form threatening, while my shadow...while my shadow will go unnoticed.