There is a satisfied rumble that emanates from deep within the darkened creature at Aaliyah’s willingness to follow as ordered, this deep, guttural purr, humming within the confines of his chest at the closeness she affords before he begins to stride forward once more, moving at her side though assuring the handsome sharpness of his head remains ahead of her own. His manners, it would seem, have slipped in her absence, his overbearing dominance exacting itself, even open her- though her permits her as he permits no others outside his chosen few to stride beside him as those deadened eyes of reptilian green fixate upon the path ahead as he seeks to lead her back to the lands he has come to understand exist within his own personal territory. Whatever fractured tendrils of his mind remain however, fail to consider these actions that he takes, cannot comprehend this manner of two or three females, that three is perhaps one too many to be added to his collection for indeed his ability to perceive the emotions of others does not exist. He has only possessions, his favoured females- those whom are not for eating and yet he will not accept the loss of even a single one. Tick Tock ensnares his soul- or what pathetic scrap of it remains intact enough to be clung to, Flare is his chosen mate, She of Red and White whom has so long walked within the path of his shadow and hunted at his side and he will not forfeit either. Yet nor are the darkened fractures of his mind willing to release their hold upon his Aaliyah- his first obsession, the fixation of his younger years that still exist within the forefront of his demented mind- for surely he cannot see time has passed, does not know, does not understand and to his mind he may possess them all.

Long limbs of blackened perfection carry the towering male smoothly towards his chosen lands until the thickened scent of his own form layers the earth like a fence of impending violence that serves to warn all whom would be foolish enough to grace the borders of the fields without the scent of his imprint marked upon them to permit the stay of his bloodied fangs from their hides. He pauses only long enough to allow another rumble of sorts, calling Aaliyah only further forward, the black of his shoulder gracing the white of her own to further mark his scent and claim upon her before his jaws part to emit a different sound entirely- a summoning call of sorts, seeking the presence of both imprint and mate as his call echoes across the fields. It is a rasping sound, his rough, damaged throat, scared and torn from so many years ago at the jaws of Heyel assures near all the sounds that come from within him are dragged over those rough and damaged cords of his throat- resulting in a wretched, ragged sound that shrieks and wails within the darkness. It was Aaliyah herself that had assured his survival that day ad his mind does not forget. No. No. Some things remains locked within his mind all the same.

Darkened paws pause within the earth, that obsidian angel standing now, simply waiting, knowing his call will be answered as he rests beside his original Angel atop that field that sprawls in all directions.

“My….home.”