"As you say..." I speak with a note of resignation. A proverbial 'Yes Dear' as it were. If Stella was not disturbed by our son's whereabouts than I will not question her parenting methods. The banshee beside me remains stoic, a raw primordial ambiance radiating from her aura like a beacon of dark light. It suits her, in a way, I find myself thinking as I watch the subtle play of sunlight ripple over her fur and breathe life into the sporadic fibers of gold and silver spun into the deep gray-black of her coat. Her eyes are focused and yet I can tell her mind is distant, as she toiled in her self reflections. Perhaps some of the reason I found this female so intriguing had to do with how similar we were mentally speaking. Well... how I had been, at least. Before the invisible chain of the Imprint bond shackled me for the first time. I can still recall those now long distant days. Days back when Moladian was young and the packs were new. Back even before I'd become King of the caverns in Mirovis.

"I wonder what it would have been like, if our paths had crossed before the days I'd known the touch of an Imprint's bond..." The words came unbidden, from I know not where. "Then, I'd known nothing of Emotion. Nothing of Passion, or Pain, or Hate. I did not Grieve, nor did I Yearn. Love was as alien to me as the dark side of the moon. I was as a machine, motivated purely out of instinct and concise but cold linear logic. I had not friends nor enemies and I wished for none of either." My eyes drift from her face then, travelling out over the forest as I simply let the words come. Why? I hve no idea. I do not know why I wish to speak such things to her, and I doubt she would care... and yet... and yet... maybe it was some part of me, exposing some of those inner pieces of me I'd sooner forget. Exposing some of the more elusive bits of my history and nature. Confiding, I'd even care to venture... in some strange need to forge a stronger kinship to the woman for whom I've pledged myself.

" I did not even Dream. I did not see in Color. I was nothing more than a shell, a husk that was empty and hollow on the inside. Going through the motions of day-to-day existence." Scope briefly flicks back to her and then flits away once more. Expressing myself is not exactly something I'm comfortable with. But hey? At least I was making an effort, right?

"Fatality's appearance had changed all that. " With a single word uttered from her lips my entire perception of the world was catapulted into unknown territories. All went topsy-turvy, spinning off it's axis as my soul flooded with previously unknown feelings and sensations, my eyes nearly blinded by the full scope of the rainbow's spectrum. And suddenly.... suddenly there was Life within the shell.

"There are days when I feel that void begin to grow inside me again. Some mornings when I look to the sky, it is to discover the colors muted and pale, graying out into a monochrome spectrum just like back then. "My dark eyes watch the temptress at my side, and I wonder if she feels that same perpetual hollow-ness inside her. Existing... but not truly living.

_{Furian Bastard + Brindle + 16Y + 45", 195lbs + Stalks Stella + Sired Zildjian, Bellatrix, Izarra & Asterian}