He thinks that he likes Asteraia although what makes him stay is something unthinkable. Malikye... his father. Yeah, that's a new one to him too. He never imagined that he had even had a father to begin with. Of course he knew that he had to have one but... not one that was actually alive and... well... here in Moladion. Scourge had always imagined that his mother had been knocked up by some random bastard far away from here. Too bad that wasn't true.

Still, he was even the slightest bit interested in what Malikye had to offer him. He no longer had Nezera, after all. But his travels now took him away from the plains pack and on toward other interesting things. Like that call for others that just rang out from the grotto. The tones of such echoed within the caves and nearly sent his ears into a ringing frenzy. Entirely too angry now for his own good he goes stalking out from his darkened hiding spot to find that the ones who dared to shatter his ear drums were much, much larger than he. And they were picking on a pretty girl too.

Blue and black eyes look about the scene as he assesses it and it seems that the petite girl has already found herself a savior in the form of a very large, inky male whom stands like a shadow by her side. The slightest bit of familiarity tugs at Scourge when his eyes befall the dark one but he dismisses it as he does not know the face. If he were to get back at those bumbling brutes he would have to be sly and quick - now for a game plan...