Why he cannot see what exists before him is unknown, reptilian eyes so dead, so devoid held entirely upon the white female as if he is truly given to perceive the familiarity he believes exists. Jaidah was white- this he remembers, Jaidah held eyes of green- this he remembers and by these facets alone he has deemed the creature before him to be the Mother he has sought for some time. He does not know of the death of the true Jaidah, the one whom had birthed him so many years ago, the one incapable of taking him between her jaws as she should have, as any should have- for he was nothing more then the runt of her litter. Such is fate however, in all its cruel irony that he had been spared death so early by the weakness of the fickle emotions of a mother incapable of ridding her own litter of weakness, the very weakness he had grown to consume in the wake of his lack of empathy, untouched and untainted by any emotion- the very thing that had spared him fourteen years ago. He does not know she is gone, for time holds no meaning, she exists within his mind, thus she exists within his reality. That she has been unseen for so many years does not sway him nor falter his belief in her existence. He simply believes she cannot be found, as Aaliyah cannot be found, that they live and breathe outside his reach and in time his mind forgets, their memories fade until stirred to life as they had been in this moment. Perhaps it had not been kindness that had stayed Jaidah’s jaws the day of his birth- for perhaps she had seen as no other did, that he alone would be her heir- the last Prince of Judila and her favoured child, of that he had been assured- eliminated all competition to place himself as his Mothers favoured, reaping the benefits of her focus, accepting her as equal- offering her that equality now as his tongue caresses her jaw and rasping words rumble from within his throat and towards the Marked One whom had gripped the faintest tendril of his soul.

She moves, the Marked One, her side brushing against his own as heckles bristle once more, unwilling to accept her touch so entirely and yet his desire to sink fangs into her flesh once more and enjoy the tantalizing taste of her blood are overrules by another desire, an ancient barrier- one that refuses to yield as his head is jerked from her once more and he is forced to allow her touch at his side, leaning into her shoulder in return- as if he both craves and yet loathes her touch all at once. It is the words however that see his ears prick, deadened eyes rolled to fall upon the keeper of his soul as her muzzle lifts to his ear. He dislikes words, rebels against the taint of them to his hearing as features remain indifferent, as if he has not heard such words- else chooses to ignore them entirely as green eyes roll once more to stare unblinking at the white one.

“Tells lies.”

It is barely a whisper, a hiss upon his breath as the fleshy curtain of his lips lifts once more to expose those whitened fangs beneath, ears lacing back against his skull as he moves to stride forward now with slow and easy pace- striding towards Jaidah now. His fractured mind has readily seized upon another point of focus, the bond of souls a potent thing, the power of which even he does not fully comprehend and yet with the words of the Marked One come the assurance that she is right. The Marked One does not lie. Jaidah lies. Yes. Jaidah lies. That the white wolfess has done no such thing remains to be seen, his insanity surely clear in this moment- content to blame her for his own mistake in this regard as head and tail lift once more in renewed dominance as he approaches.

“Dirty….little white…paws.”

It is rambling, senseless, meaningless- or seemingly so, those words un-uttered for years so many. The same words he had uttered over and over upon his mauling of his own brother, the white of Kraddy’s paws remembered still as that reptilian gaze seems to fixate upon the white female’s feet and his approach is assured, pressing back into her space, rising like a blackened giant above her- true Demon of Moladion, the Legend that has lived within the darkness of the night for so many years as heated breath is expelled upon the white female he stands above like a darkened Angel. She speaks, again and again she speaks as his patience wears ever thin, oblivious to the value she perceives in himself, in his imprint- such things are meaningless, he cannot be commanded without reason, cannot be controlled by those weaker then he, will bow to none and nothing as she asks him to stay.

“No.”

It is perhaps the first time in so many years he has displayed……an ability to think outside the raging hunger of his mind, a monetary glimpse of sanity between the fractured threads of his thoughts as saliva runs freely from his jaws and dead gaze remains upon her. Another sound rises readily within his throat, a deep and keening sound for Tick Tock alone- a hunting call, a command from one soul to another, summoning her too him as the Nightmare allows each muscle to coil and roll, power and ferocity drawn downward before a sudden and violent release that sees him lunge that final foot or two between Jaidah and himself, jaws exposed- aiming to grasp the Alpha’s muzzle in his own in a supreme show of dominance, desperate for the taste of her blood upon his tongue before his release, should he have found purchase, comes quickly- another stride sent forward, aiming to press her back once more. He will not yield to her, not without cause, not without reason- he will not be command by those he perceives weaker then himself. None yet have captured the Shadow nor contained the nightmare and tonight, at least, Jaidah will not be the first. Another scream of sorts is torn free of his muzzle, a final roar of defiance as jaws reach to grasp the rib he had carried here, the still bloodied prize grasped within his jaws as he snatches it from the earth and pivots in place to turn from her. He is well fed this night, he is not hungry, he does not desire her flesh as long strides move to carry him away and back into the embrace of the darkness- paused upon the edge of the borders…waiting for the Marked One to follow, assured the Alpha will not dare attempt to stop him nor follow, the Marked One alone invited to embrace the darkness of his kingdom.

Perhaps Jaidah will have better luck….next time.