Meryl

It was probably the best thing that Yin was so attuned to her instincts. Others in Moladion would not be so keen to know what Meryl needed. She didn’t know what he needed exactly, but the middle aged brute at least didn’t need her to run. To run would have set him off to drive him back in to the dark where he was. Yin currently was a little silver light floating about and he wanted it. It wasn’t an illusion of his mind, the little female who had captured his heart was actually standing before him.

Her tension was generally unnoticed by him he was still exploring her, feeling her but something was indeed different. Her scent was strange but it was her, no other males had been near her and hurt her for he would kill them too. He would kill anyone that hurt Yin and knowing she was safe an unharmed went a long way for him. He gave a contented sigh at that before his he began going into his fit about how she was safe he protected them all.

He felt so good, so happy that she was safe that everything was just okay. He wasn’t aware while he was gone his whole home had fallen to shambles then re-built with a new king, though perhaps if he was more in his right mind he could smell it on his mate’s pelt. He didn’t hear her right away when she asked who was gone. He paused taken aback by what she asked. Who was gone? She didn’t know? No, no that was his fault he had kept it from her but she surely had to suspect.

”The demon. Yes, the demon. He hurt… me. You… you remember? He is gone. He is dead. I made him gone.” He says giving another laugh again. He felt no remorse for it, even if he wasn’t out of his mind as he was he likely still wouldn’t feel remorse. Should he? He killed his mother, he attacked him and would have killed him if whatever distracted him hadn’t happened. Though he stopped when she tentatively asked if he was here.

”Am… I here? Am I?” He looked at his paws then looked at Yin. ”I am? Not?” He shook his head. ”I am here, aren’t I? You don’t think so?”