Even though she had slipped away when he had turned on her, Llorana hardly let him out of her sight. She had a habit now of keeping to the shadows more than anything- a life time full of a bright white pelt had forced her to learn the ways of the shadows and the darkness. It was a feat, truly, to be able to slip away unnoticed when coloured so unnaturally bright. Once upon a time, the once girls mind had been easy going and most wise, most simple in her thinking and consideration of all things. That was not the case any longer. The old soul had become a dead soul, and it showed in the brightness of her sapphire eyes. They held light in them that had not been there before, and they are gleaming now as they witness the meticulous murder of the stranger upon the borders. Devil is, Llorana knows, most protective of what he considers to be his own. He would stop at nothing, absolutely nothing, if it meant protecting the home that was truthfully, and rightfully, his. The alabaster wolf had completely ignored and forgone the feminine scent she had first encountered on the border. She had done so to the extent of even marking over those scents, not to claim the place as her own but to ward off wolves who thought Malignant a dead place. It was not quite so, and the proof played out before her very eyes beneath the celestial moon that hung above their very heads.

He had slipped away from the pack for a time, but she had no doubt he would come back. And come back he had, in the wake of the stranger he now stood over victories. Blood ran in rivulets down his stark black jaw, and if she had not been watching so closely she would not know it or see it to be so. But as it were, she had eyes for only him, even as he throws his head back and lets loose a cry that would shatter even the most purest of hearts. She is glad, then, that she is not the wolf she had once been. Where before that sound would have gripped her insides with icy tendrils, now, that sound elicits fiery tendrils to snake their way inside of her. Pale pink tongue washes along the perfect white of her muzzle, as if the blood that pools around his dark paws was staining her own contrasted fur. And much unlike their first reunion, where she had come upon him and rammed into him, only to dance away and out of his grasp and disappear into the forest- she had no such intentions. Instead, she breaks through her spot in the trees to come to him, her steps even and measured as she is wholly intent on him. She had been tempted to let her voice go up into the night sky with his own, but, she wouldn't want another wolf to get the wrong idea. No. And she wanted Devil to feel her presence, not hear it. Llorana comes at him not from the front or the back, but the side, her lean long legs making short work of the earth laid out between them.

"Always will I enjoy the view in the dark." She does not know if he will recall the nature of their last meeting, but he had asked her a similar question to the answer just given. Her voice is changed as much as her mind, a gentle cooing that is entirely false but entirely genuine all in the same instant. Genuine, at least, for him, for some time now the white wolf has trailed him and enjoyed him from a far. There had been a time in her life she would revolt against even being near him, close to him- she had come to Malignant a long time ago, and the wolf to have caused her to stay had been not him. She would not even think his name now, nor would she ever; he had made his choices and for that she would rip his throat out the day they ever found each other again. But the male before her was entirely different from him. Where she would and would rip out the younger ones throat, she knew she would never be capable of such a thing when it came to Devil May Cry. He was a singular breed of wolf all together, the likes of which the world does not often see, but Llorana is one to covet and enjoy that about him. She stops a mere three feet from the pool of blood that threatens to move toward her, to which she encourages, but truly her bright blue eyes are on Devil and Devil alone. He is a wily creature, and although they are indeed pack members, she never holds it against him to turn on her in his own right. He is an unpredictable, primordial beast, after all, and it would not due for the little dove to get caught in the jaws of darkness just yet.
Llorana
Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes