The last time a male was chained to her soul he had paid the ultimate price. He held a weak soul and his presence was not tolerated. It would seem the Fates agreed, because even though she had a difficult time killing him she was able to complete the deed. The closer she was to Tobias the easier invisible strings began to curl and tangle around Tobias, forcing her to pull even closer to him. With the harmonious snarls echoing through the snowy fields it sounded as if the ultimate war of life and death was going on between the two haunted individuals. Neither one seemed willing to let go of their ability to recognize a being that was greater than their self or thinking that they could actually be equals. With her teeth piercing into his flesh she felt a violent sensation force her to let go, as if some unknown force was literally pulling her off him. Her tight clutch on him was suddenly released as her form pressed into his dodging his bites as he snapped at air. She found it harder, much harder to attack him than Chael. The harder she tried the pain in her head only increased and it would slowly start to wrap around the organ that personified emotion, emotions she was not privy to. Agitated and frustrated she would lay her head along his back, mimicking how he was doing that to her, breathing and inhaling his scent. It would seem that both were slowly starting to synchronize in their own way of understanding that neither one could yield to the other, their heavy breathing slowly descending into a steady rhythm with one another, standing still in this moment with low rumbling growls exchanged between them.

As soon as Tobias’ law claws slid through the snow below she felt more than his presence leave, his heated breath along his back gone, the feel of his heart pounding against his own left an empty mark, the subtle feeling of something peculiar that she could not figure out. Standing there in the snow, alone, allowed the dark creature to remember that she was to remain unaccompanied in her despairing life. Cold azure eyes, speckled with violet, looked into his own sickly green pools, noticing how he seemed wounded at the very mere sound of her voice. Appeased that she could hold such a threat she tucked this knowledge safely in the back of her mind as he uttered his name from the depths of his wounded throat. Eerily she grew still as it dawned upon her that she was chained to the very creature that was feared in all of Moldain. For a moment she did not blink, all she did was stare as still as a statue, her chest barely showing signs of breathing. How and why she was tethered to him she could not comprehend, but it was clear to her that unlike Chael, she could not tear herself away from him. Eyes narrowed when he advanced, his massive form carrying that dominant gait as his tail lifted, brazenly her own lips pulled back to reveal her now bloodstained teeth as her ears laced back against her skull, advancing towards him slowly. Yet when he swung around sharply her dial would turn slowly to see the white wolf that had trespassed. As her sharp daggers were covered by her lips she would observe how the male seemed to approach the female in a threatening manner, with an odd new element in his gait meant to show protection. Not in a way that she was being harmed, but in a way he did not want another near her. Puzzled she scrutinized how he acted, shocked to see how he moved himself between her in the white wolf, the way his body arched as if to use his own body to block any threat, as every thick obsidian fur stood on end, not knowing why he was doing this for her. No one had done this for the wolf that still felt the tender pains of being ostracized.

The white wolfess that approached them was hardly a threat, her stride carrying the misrepresentation of dominance, clearly trying to impress and yet failing. There was no need for Tobias to protect her, especially someone that could be easily taken down, what with that pink scar along her hip evident that she was still overcoming her injury. With such a low amount of scars and take with it the scent bearing signs of her youth, there was inexperience and with that laid the advantage the more battle-born she-wolf. The friendly wave of her tail, that sour smile following the sound of an innocent voice was ignored as she stood quietly, her attention on her imprint. While Tobias stalked closer to the snow-white lupine his sudden change in demeanor could not go unnoticed, his tail and head lowering slightly almost as if he recognized the individual. The gentle lick along her muzzle brought out a feverous fire that suddenly spiked in her chest, this heated feeling not recognized or familiar, and yet all the while she remained apathetic and stoic. Why he would do this she did not know, but as he rubbed up against her side she wondered what the meaning was behind it, but more so, what it would feel like to rub her own side against his own. With his raspy voice creaking out slowly to explain who this white wolf was, her head would lift slightly as she inhaled her scent. It did not reek of Tobias. Slowly she would approach a bit closer to Tobias, catching his scent and how it did not carry a similar taste to the female, detecting that this ‘Jaidah’ was not related to him. Their scents quite different from one another. Even though her own daughter Raven, carried her blood in her veins she still reeked of her weak imprint, her daughter forever tainted with that scent.

Her fluid movement would go to a halt as she neared Tobias, and oddly enough her shoulder would press into his flank before she slid up slowly on his form, mimicking what he had just done to Jaidah. This was particular movement she could not understand its purpose and yet she accomplished her chance to feel what it would be like to rub up against him. It was rather gratifying. To feed off the warmth and strength of another. No one had done this to her, no caring gesture like this from a parent or loved one, or even a friend, and yet this movement soothed that numbing pain. It was not a habit of Tick Tock to be truthful or honest for the benefit of another, always she looked out for herself, and yet she felt drawn to protect Tobias. What he thought was false. She did not know his Mother, but it wasn’t hard for her to detect that he was wrong in thinking this she-wolf was his Mother. How he got it wrong she did not know, but she was concerned with how the other wolf would react. To think that the foul beast of Moldain could be ensnared in a nasty trick and be manipulated by another was something she could not stand or tolerate. Once she allowed another to use her and that was the last nail in the coffin to push her down her hellish road. Even though she was born to be a monster, those she was around helped mold and create her to be the very nightmarish creature she was today. As she moved slowly against him she could feel the rows and rows of their scarred flesh melding into one another, a tantalizing sensation welled up, feeling and knowing that there was another like her. As her scarred shoulder met with his own she would bring her muzzle to his ear, those cold lyrics spoken much softer in a whisper that he could alone could hear.

“Tobias…does she smell like your Mother?”

Hard sapphire eyes would shift and stare unwavering in his own emerald eyes. There was no sympathy there. She did not pity his inability to understand that he was not thinking straight or that she was taken away his hope that he was reunited with his Mother. She was speaking up, telling him the truth, being that voice of reason that some refuse to hear. Perhaps the reason why she was protecting him was because he had done the same for her, even though there was never any real danger. She could not phantom what it would be like to be reunited with her own Mother, the one that had not only abandoned her, but made sure she would not be a part of their pack again. Harden eyes arrowed critically upon the white green-eyed girl just wondering what she would say at this blunt mistake. As Tobias would begin to investigate and focus a bit harder on Jaidah’s scent the Monster would stand still and wait, whispering softly again for Tobias to hear alone, confirming his new finding…should he choose to accept it or actually have the ability of understanding.

“She is not your Mother, she does not carry your scent and you do not carry hers.”

She had never shown an ounce of loyalty to anyone, and perhaps this one time she showed she was capable of displaying virtue it may have been wasted, a shame to waste one small virtue on her unhinged and demented other half.