Lately, the brute had been... contemplative. It was strange that he should analyze his thoughts at all, though with the emergence of something so new and odd (and wonderful) it seemed only right that he should work on himself a little bit. His soul, Spirit, she was paramount in his mind at all times- and Vincent both loved and hated it. She truly was his better half and the dark creature was unsure why fate would ever bless him with such a lovely girl. He didn't know much about imprinting, but he knew that some males felt little towards their imprints, but he was the polar opposite. He could hardly stand to be aware from her, it almost caused him physical pain.
But yet he had to resist dragging her with him to Asteraia when he returned, though he would have given half the chance. Vincent didn't want to neglect his position as Grand Master, though he found himself travelling outside the pack more and more these days. Iblis would understand, surely, the call of an imprint- Rhae was his, after all. He wondered vaguely if he should ask the little king for advice, though the thought didn't last long.
Vincent was trotting through the rolling hills, powerful stride eating up the ground, when he heard Haziel's call. He was somewhat acquainted with the healer and definitely respected him, and so the urgency in his call immediately caused his hackles to raise. He pivoted, big paws kicking up dirt as he sped in the direction of Haziel.
It wasn't long before the cloying scent of blood reached his ears, and soon after the sound of a fight reached his ears- the roar of a bear, the crunching of bone. Vincent was filled with a rage like no other. A desire to protect and uphold his position of lead warrior consumed him as he rushed towards the scene. Fiery eyes caught sight of Haziel tearing at the bear's armpit and Neirin and Ifrit caught by the bear's powerful jaw.
The scent of blood and the sight of battle awoke something very primal within him, and in this moment, Vincent was all business. The tank of a wolf barreled towards the bear, his tail held out like a flag, mouth twisted in a snarl. He was a battle-cry.
Seeing that the bear's neck was blocked by Ifrit's body, Vincent figured he would go for the next best thing. His huge jaws aimed to clamp down on the bear's stomach and rip and tear at the sensitive flesh. It wasn't a fatal blow, but if Vincent could get through the flesh to the bear's internal organs, the beast wouldn't last for long.
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TEN - ASTERAIA - NO HEART - SPIRIT'S SOUL