and all the poison devils

Like a snake his darkness seems to coil around his soul, either attempting to shield the slight warmth that now resided within it or absorb it. Whatever it was he did not care, for it seemed the closer he got to Asteraia the less he seemed to feel. Each step is held by force causing the very bones within to almost rattle. A low hum of a growl staining his lips as the sight of the plains come into sight. He is not sure when he considered the plains to be something he deemed safe, for even being born upon it soil holds no value to him. It was just dirt then someone else's dirt. Nothing he really felt the need to address, but now that he is back of course only under the theft of Anima but here nonetheless. He does not want to leave. Such an odd fucking day it had been. For a moment his darkness flares at just what else might occur before the dawn of a new day.

The scent of the alpha burns his lungs as he passes the borders Anima had brought him through not so long ago and though he knows her scent along with a male he still had not yet met the ones that now ruled the plains. He pauses briefly, handsome teal eyes drifting to the path that would lead him to his den where he could feed and sleep away the madness this day had brought before shifting to the other, the one that would bring him elsewhere. He had yet to really uncover where it lead, his memory recalls nothing and until now he really did not care. With a snarled huff, tensing muscles send him the other away, the one that would ultimately bring him to her.

As he moves silently along the path, his mind wonders back to the infuriating red female. No. He hated that word, despised it. It was rare he wanted touch without the promise of blood or abuse but her denial of his possession threw his darkness into a rage it had never known before. Even now he can feel it crawl under his flesh like worms as it writhes and shifts. Clawing from within as it wishes to escape, to go where he knows not, but it wanted out. A growl escapes him at the chill that seems to burn so deep within. It is then he notices the unfamiliar scenery, immediately he becomes alert. Scenting the air as ears perk to listen around him, see that blasted woman was still affecting him even at this distance. His lips quiver in irritation before an eerie low howl streams from his lips, requesting the alphas attention, maybe that will distract him enough so that he may focus on other things, like joining a pack that very well may likely rise against him. For after all the womb he had been made in had tried to take what she thought was hers back, he can't help but see she has failed in her attempts, as a sickly sweet smile seems to form on his lips. What a pity.