He scents them, the approach of others, scents thick upon the wind as saliva leaks freely from his jaws to fall in silvered strings from his lip, tongue moving to swipe across his muzzle in the anticipation of the taste of blood and flesh his mind has learned to expect from such encounters. He is nothing if not instinct and muscle, untouched and untainted by emotion or thought beyond this need to feed. He follows She of Red and White for she signifies food this night, for her aggression bleeds into himself and stris the demons of his mind to a rabid frenzy of delight that in this moment surpass his need for total dominance over those he commands- permitting her leadersip. Just this once- if only for the rewards he expects. She of Dark and Shadow follows behind, what remains of his shattered soul caught within the grasp of her own until the beat of her heart and rising of her breath matches his own and once more this cycle of hungered aggression is infused and shared amongst this tree whom seek only blood this night- for the Black Prince needs no reason, he needs no excuse t seek the harm of others. He is death incarnate, the darkest Angel, the most feared of Demons, for he is all and nothing, created for singular purpose. He is wolf as wolf should be. Reaper of the weak and She of Red and White has declared weakness this night until he is near rabid with his desire to consume it.

Darkened paws halt upon the earth as the first of them comes, blackened claws slicing within that softened soil that parts before those darkened knives as if the very earth itself seeks to flee from the vileness of his touch. Deadened eyes focus upon the male whom stands, his voice meaningless, little more then shrieking sound to his mind that rasps so sickeningly upon his ears to see them lay back in an effort to avoid that taunting voice as heckles rise like darkened mountains upon his spine, his giant size lifted further in these moments as lips peel back from the fleshy curtain of his lip to display the white daggers that exist beneath, the teeth responsible for the deaths of so very many that bare towards Dexter now. He knows not of this male, cares not, his scent unfamiliar, he seeks only the meal he is promised as another arrives and darkened ears turn backwards upon his skull- though his head does not turn, reptilian gaze does not fall upon Levi as little more then a ravaged snarl is torn from his lips in response to another….for he feels through her, will know the moment another lays fangs upon She of Dark and Shadow, for she is he, an extension of his living form and as such he needs not turn his gaze upon the tiny male for as long as Her gaze rests upon him the bond of souls assures he knows- though for now his fractured thoughts exist upon another, Reian, She of Gold whom comes from the side to lunge as She of Red and White lunges forward and his own blackened form emits a screen roar of horrific sound that rises from within that ravaged throat still scared from the work of fangs of old.

For many years he has hunted beside She of Red and White, for she is possession, belonging, for he alone and no other and as such he will not permit her harm. She of Gold is weak, foolish to attempt to taste of the flesh and blood of She of Red and White whom races beyond her reach as that darkened creature of hellish intent lunges forward now to intercept her movement, each muscle extended and released, sheer power and force thrown against her as the near berserker rage of the Prince is unchained and his teeth seek purchase upon her shoulder, aiming to rip, tear, savage in a furore of motion as he lunges again. He does not seek to dodge nor move, his form thrown against her own, chest against her side as he lunges now for the exposed side of her neck, the male no more then muscle and power and hate- his desire for self-preservation near non-existent and perhaps in this is his strength, for he does not pause, does not halt, does not seek to back down and avoid the fangs that are sure to come at him- seeking only to obliterate his victim in a cyclone of fangs and fur and flesh as he seeks to bite into her neck and tear the life from her here and now- punishment, for seeking to harm his mate.