He was a large male, one with a few injuries that looked more like prey had fought back rather than the fight of a wolf he had killed. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and extremely agitated, but Aviias's sweet innocence kept her from seeing this. It was her fatal flaw, her inability to see the bad in another. It had put her into many dangerous situations, even put her life in danger once before. Last time she was attacked for fun, this time to send a message to the angels, whom she had the unfortunate luck of knowing on this day.

At her words, he takes notice of her, his body rising up aggressively and causing her to take a few steps back, hesitation and fear in her eyes as she stared at him, his eyes full of nothing short of pure rage. She was so confused as to what had caused this sudden reaction. Had she disturbed him? "I get it, already. Come out, wherev'r thou may be. I've got nay time f'r this." his speech was weird and it confused her even more. He wasn't talking to her, but who was he talking to? He looked around, searching for someone and it caused her violet eyes to look around too, was someone out there? "Wh....who are you talking to? Nobody else is here but me," she asks, her voice shakey and confused, swallowing back any fear she felt.

Ye force me to doth this. Dram girl. This shall not be good. I hope ye are strong. he says, once more confusing her, yet, before she can react in anyway, he lunges at her. A sharp, high pitch yelp escapes her as his teeth pierce into her chest and his pure size and strength forces her to the ground, her side completely exposed. He tore into her, her cries of pain drowned by the sound of his snarls of rage. She desperately squirmed, kicked, clawed, anything and everything to try and free herself from his death grip. He ripped and he tore, her plush fur not shielding her for long before he was tearing skin. The small girl's blood splattered all over with each of his head shakes, gray painted red.

Whence art thy angels anon? Huh! Betoken me! I shall hunt ye down one by one and rid the earth of thy race! he yelled, to absolutely no one, but she finally somewhat understood. He hated angels, and she smelled like angels. Tears streamed down her face as his teeth gripped her neck, his squeeze making it hard to breath. "Please......stop......i'm alone......i'm....not.....an angel..." she forced out through desperate breathes, her voice faint and fearful. She had to get away, had to get him to let go for long enough for her to run. If not, he was going to kill her, either through a fatal blow or tearing her to pieces and causing her to die of blood lose.