It was the hardest decision I ever made, to leave my Don behind, and every night away from him I only ever wanted to go back. It was not so long ago when I discovered Ana's imperfection, something so much worse than being half blind like her father. She would have been a year old this spring, but something in me could not keep up with her constant need for touch and direction. She couldn't hear me when I called for her, and I had to search her out each time she got away from me, it became irritating to deal with. I had been away nearly half a year when I finally could not stand it any longer.

Something in me broke that day, and I could not abide her weakness any longer.

Another six months passed as I recovered from what I did, guilt had nearly felled me at first, and then a cold numbness took over. Anger at Doni for creating such weakness with me, for causing this entire mess, for helping me create her. Perhaps, it was a lesson, a much needed lesson in why I cannot be the one with the heart. So, in these last few months, I have changed myself. I did away with the girlish female that I had grown up to be, though, I am sure that will change back once I find my brother. No doubt he is angry at me for leaving, but he must understand why. I could not do what was needed to get back to him with him there. I wrestled with my decision the moment I left with her, and in six months all she ever gave to me was stress and hardship, then I snapped. A part of me is glad for the freedom to return back to where I need to be, glad for the absence of hard work. Another part misses the being that was a blend of both of us.

It is not long until I find myself back in Moladion after my numb wandering, silvery paws finding their way home even after all this time.

Before long, I find myself at the lake of Ruieze Fields, following an all too familiar trail. Bright multi-hued yellow gaze lifts as I stop in the treeline that borders Diveen, watching the dark black form of the one I was born to love. I simply sit and watch for now, wondering if I should interrupt his obvious tracking and receive the brunt of his aggression or if I should let him take it out on the female by the lake. A brilliant idea takes root, and I detach from the trees, coming toward the girl he tracks as he gets closer. His nose is to the ground and I am still a few yards away from him, even as I sit next to the female. Being away from him so long, then to see him tracking in that familiar "Doni is angry" stalk, it builds an anticipation I can not suppress. A giddy feeling takes over and I let this show as friendliness to the girl, introducing myself and declaring a hard to satisfy need for some company.

"You must be fairly new here, I have just returned myself." I say sweetly, velvet tones sent out to stroke against Adonis's eardrums once he can hear us. Her reply is lost as a breeze blows his scent my way. Pupils dilate as my mouth waters, though I cannot move, but suddenly, I am the angry one. I turn my venomous yellow gaze on the girl, and suddenly, I am not the Atania he would remember.

The female turns to look at me, her soft blonde face and blue eyes becoming confused as the stranger sitting next to her seems to transform. My smile grows from gentle to sinister, yellow eyes flicking back to the black form of Adonis as he closes in, then, I move. From sitting to leaping, I pounce the female next to me, a yelp of surprise and fear creeping into the air as I latch my teeth deep into the skin of her neck. It is not enough, and my bodice pins her smaller frame into the soft earth of the shoreline, fangs snapping together over and over until I am through her skin and to her throat, her claws scraping over my head to try and pull me off. Her hind legs press into my abdomen, but I don't care. I am heartbroken over what I had to do, angry that I had to even do it at all, but most of all, I want to feed the rage that has been growing since I left Diveen and met Tobias. One more grasp at her throat and I have her jugular, carotid, and esophagus between my jaws, one thrashing of my head and I feel the life giving tubes begin to give. Snarls, snaps and thrashing do not stop until she is still beneath me and the patch of beach we stand on is stained red with her blood. My lips and face are covered, chest and lifted hackles clumped together in her life's fluid. I felt good, relieved, though I know Adonis will be even more angry with me now, his twin stealing his kill.

How dare me!