truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
The children had grown rapidly in the span of a few seasons. Enderly had taken only an active role in making sure that they were all fed - despite his constant grumbling about how much extra energy he expended in the completion of this task - and reasserting his possessiveness of Eris. Both boys seemed to watch everything and Enderly could not help his instinctive jealousy over Eris, disliking to share it even with their progeny. IF that one boy could be considered his progeny. He still wasn't sure about Silas but the flesh wound that Eris had given him upon his furious rant had silenced that line of questioning.. for now. Apparently such genes ran in her family. Recessive or some nonsense. It was debatable. Still, he got solace knowing that time would pass, they would grow, and they would leave. It really is in the nature of such creatures to prefer solitude.
It is a remarkable thing on this day, however, for Enderly wakes in high spirits. Already he has hunted a few hares to share between him and his mate, pushing the boys more and more to care for themselves. Whatever was left over could be theirs but they would have to find true relief in the form of their own meager hunts. He arrives back in the glen that he had left them, dropping down three plump hares before his mate before beginning to devour his own, his lips peeling back into a half-snarl whenever he catches one of the boys peeking. It is a measure of Eris's control over him that he has not already left them behind for he has found that he did not enjoy raising children. It required far too much effort that could be best spent on his own pursuits.
Which made him think, as he ate, of his own desire to get out once more and cause some mischief. It is in his bones to create chaos. To thrive in it - to be the deceiver others look at with smiles and trust. He had secreted himself away for far too long.
Enderly stands abruptly, dropping what was left of his hare and ignoring it. The boys could fight for it if they wished.
"I grow bored of this domestication. Come my goddess. Boys. I shall teach you what real fun is," and he grinned then, the sly kind of grin that promised nefarious deeds. They could stay and eat the scraps if they wished or follow him. He moves to stand over Eris, leaning down to rub his forehead against her cheek in a possessive manner. He desires her at all times, her closeness, her scent, and he wished others to know she belonged to him. Perhaps it was the rejection from Naamah that drove him to be so fully jealous of all things but it was a trait he stuck to unrepentant.
When he is sure that Eris is coming he heads towards the fields of Ruieze, skirting along the tall grass despite it's wilted nature. Such things left annoying burrs and trails in his fur that he preferred not having. He finds a path, trotting down it with ease and a sort of seductive grace, mercurial silver eyes flicking back and forth. It is on the curve of the lake that he spies the white female, alone, and it is that which draws him closer with his mate close by. She is lovely - pristine with that coat. Enderly has always had an eye for beauty and vanity is one of his own vices, his silken black fur gleaming in the sunlight and revealing a pattering of silver furs on his muzzle and through his tail.
"My dear, why are you out here alone? It is such a lovely day to spend without company. Especially since you don't have so long... Oh, I am sorry, I should not say anything." At first his voice is smooth like velvet, the kind of voice meant to disarm and seduce, and his expression is welcoming and friendly but it turns into something of embarrassment, ears flicking back and eyes glancing down. He is, after all, a perfect actor and now he has an audience to impress.