I have been stalking around the freelands of the mountains for days. Watching members enter and leave gauging each one of their importance to the land. I had been tasked after all with finding someone of rank here and stealing them off to Asteraia. I wasn’t about to hide my intentions, my skills of being able to steal such a wolf from a pack. The big the small, I just simply had to lure them away and off towards the lands. My tail flicks as I blend with the morning shadows, single golden and black flecked eye watching for a huntress that seemed to be coming down here for hunting in the mornings. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a large silvery brute in toe, but regardless she came somewhat regularly. I thought about the wolf that I believed to be a social wolf, perhaps a diplomat from the scents he sometimes comes back with on his fur, a male, but I think a soft spoken huntress would be better. I know the benefits of maybe taking a wolf of politics, but I rather have one that doesn’t have a snakes tongue.
She is gold in color, and seems to be around my age, perhaps even younger. She is perfect I think for what I want. I have no idea who her silvery shadow is. A mate perhaps? His scent was all over her so I knew they were close and they certainly weren’t siblings. Of course I can’t desern if they are even more as to be soul bonds. I hate my own imprint, he is nothing but dead to me, someone to torment if I get the chance so I don’t understand imprint bonds that are different from my own. I know my angel doesn’t hate his own, but I don’t think he particually cares for her either. This “Zeltzin” I know for a while he obsessed over her but now I think that we are in Asteraia he had calmed his curiosity. Not that it mattered. I was his, he was mine, we didn’t need to be calling each other mates to know that. Perhaps its self-proclaimed on my end, but he said it himself when we were young and he had purged me of my eye. I was his. And I was happy with that.
Now though, I need to insure my place within the Monster’s reign. I am not content to serve as some pathetic duffer in the lower ranks I want to be more and perhaps give us some well-deserved standing. I don't know how Valefor feels, he knows he's greater than all so even in lower ranks he has always been strong, but I am not as he is. I know I am better than most but I see fit to prove such things. So now I watch the paths out of Spirane knowing my little golden ticket should be happening by very soon.