He is met readily with his reward this night, teeth finding purchase upon the blackened shoulder of his victim, that taste of blood upon his tongue an orchestra of delight that runs readily down his throat and seems only to increase the savagery of Moladions Nightmare as his desperation to feed becomes ingrained within the fabric of his being and the demons of his mind snarl in anticipation of the blood to come. There is a moment in which the green of his gaze rests upon that of the other, of the son he knows, of the boy he remembers- whose blood reeks still of the Mother whom had borne him and drives the insanity of the obsidian creatures mind ever further. The warning within the gaze of the younger male is not missed, darkened heckles lifted like blackened knives to the sky as a snarl of defiance is spat readily free in response. It is fortunate perhaps, that the creature is sated, his mind absorbed with the thought of the kill and the desperation of his mind to feed upon the flesh of the aged male that struggles beneath him- for Tobias does not permit the life of his sons. Males are threat, not permitted, to be removed from his lineage. It is this absolution of mind that had seen Alliyah birth her sons in the walls of Diveen and beneath the wings of Angels in an effort to shield them from a sire whom desired their destruction at all costs- a desire that has not lessened. He cares not for the size of his son, for the youth and strength he himself no longer possesses, mind incapable of this understanding. He desires only to reap the earth of those males whom his tainted mind perceive are threat- though to what or who cannot be said.

The sudden struggle of the old male beneath him sees what exists of his fractured thoughts returned, another snarl rung from within the depths of his chest as his jaws are wrenched free of the meal he so desires and the weakened creature continues to thrash in piteous struggles for life that will soon bleed free from his bloodied frame. Reptilian eyes so dead, so cold, fall back upon his victim as Alyx moves to sling one limb across him, seeking to unbalance him- to expose the flank and underside the dark Angel needs not be told to seek. Muscle and sinew tense and pull, released mere moments later to expel the male forward, aiming to seize upon the right side flank of the aged black male whose weakness will soon be robed from this earth, his flesh feeding the Reaper that is Tobias before he will turn too, perhaps, upon his own son once the blood of the victim looses heat and taste upon his tongue. Teeth scrap against his own side, a fortunate strike from the aged one earned by luck and yet the obsidian creature offers no yield, claws braced against the earth as whitened fangs expose themselves to the dark and seek to maul the flank and underside of Sabre.

He does not see wolf, only meal, only food- mind incapable of the perception of life he seeks to take this night. He is made of hunger alone, hunger and need and desire- one the demons of his mind will sate tonight.