I always enjoyed his company, he was the only one to understand me save my brother who had long since been dead to me. My entire family was actually and it was that feeling that perhaps cast them into the darkness never to see the light of Moladion. I do not know that I still have a brother from Beowulf still around, nor do I really care. All of Diveen can burn for all it matters to me I hold them no loyalty, no love. They don’t deserve it. My tail flicks the russet markings that undertone my pelt rippling as it does so, my grey and white paws move me forward closer to the large white angel that I count to be my one and only friend as well as my guide. I was his dagger if he wished it, would be ready to drop from the sky and break the neck of any whom he asked.

I have always found Anselm pleasing to my eye, though be it hormones or simply my own high affection for him I didn’t know, could have been a bit of both I supposed. I was happy though to be allowed in his presence so few were able to enjoy his company like I could. I wished him to lead the way to whatever it was that he wished to hunt and kill. My one gold and black speckled eye watched him and as I approached his form raised in dominance. I do not shrink, but my tail does not raise, I happily accept my position under him though I feel no need to cower to show it. He even smiled, at me, at least as close to a smile as Anselm gets on his maw.

His maw reaches for mine and I do not fight or pull away from him, far from, I welcomed it and enjoyed it. My eyes close contentedly as his fangs close around my maw my tail waves behind me as he shows me his power placing some pressure upon my maw before letting go my single golden eyes setting upon him once more as he then brushes against me. I like his attention, or affection, either way I enjoy being his to own and never with his brother own me as he does. Soul or not I feel nothing but loathing for the imperfect bother I am much happier being as I am now, only Anselm’s. I am happy I get no joy or feeling from Eden as I do Anselm, happy that to this day he still does not know my name, nor will he ever if I have it my way.

I pad behind him then , following him towards the call of the birds. I watch them for a moment before letting my gaze fall back to the earth spotting what is causing the creatures unrest. A kill and beneath a coyote battling for its scraps. Coyotes were strange creatures, ugly in comparison to their greater stronger brethren that were the wolves. Unworthy creatures to roam so long as we live and something that I know brings Anselm’s blood to boil. I slip into the shadows then, my long legs whisking me around the birds and away from my angel. I am silence; but a shadow in the trees.

It sees him, but it does not expect me. I round them both then suddenly rush out at the small pathetic creature cutting off its path while diving forward maw wide and catching it by the neck. It screams and yelps in surprise to see me there, so meek so different from the language we use though disgustingly the same all the while. What an abomination. I have the power to overwhelm such a small thing shoving it to the dirt where it belongs though I do not harm it, not yet. I will leave that to Anselm if he rather chase the little creature more or begin to tear it to shreds. I stopped it, now I allow Anselm the honors of choosing whether to give it mercy and kill it quickly or to rip it limb from limb until it can’t take anymore.