I move along the edge of river that separates this place from Diveen. I do not bother to glance into the ravines, however. They are not really anything to me now. In fact, dare I find one of them cross this river, I would not hesitate to flay them. This is mine now. The water is as filling as ever before I begin to move back into the treeline once more. I suppose I will find some tree to scrape the blood from my pelt. Or not. I do not care. I am more so interested in searching for those that dwell within this territory. I will evaluate them then, and I will chase out those too weak or too foolish. This is a new place now.

As I move, I find myself increasingly aware of the surroundings. I adapt to them fast, and it is then that an unusual scent comes to me. It is not unusual in a sense that I do not know it but rather, I had not expected it. I cannot help but smirk as I turn towards its origin, my eyes fast finding the darkened form of my own mother among the daylight. She is as proud as ever as she stands there. Her scent, however, is different. She smells... fresh, cleaned from the smell of dirt and shrubs.

"No more Diveen?"

I ask her in her native tongue, moving towards her slowly until I am only several feet in front of her. I am not afraid to face her in my condition, as undignified as it may be. My face and leg is still covered in dark blood, flecks of the colour sprayed up over my chest at random. I wear it almost proudly myself. It is my own blood and blood I have taken for myself. Where is the shame in that? Let her see the way my flesh is torn and the way I wear the blood of their fallen king.

"I would have eaten his very heart had he not been so stubborn."

He had been too stubborn to die. That is why I have let him go. Still, a part of me only wishes I had pushed that little bit harder. For now, though, I am merely... glad to see my mother. I can always find him later.