So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
He does not know why he has interrupted this moment. Why he cares to even bother the pair at the riverside. It must be the way the male smells, his age clinging heavily to him and the way that Underidge's mouth waters at the temptation to let out some of his aggression. What did others see when they looked at him? Not what he was, most certainly. Beneath the scraggly fur was a strength that remained hidden; others assumed that his lack of care and grace meant he was weak. Barely a survivor. They did not know what his yellow stained teeth had inflicted - they did not know that he was one of the few who kept this world clean. One at a time. Still, there is a bit of disappointment in him when the gray male turns to look at him for it is clear that Matthias is not on the verge of death and while aged he is, he is not weak. Yet. Underidge was patient - time would tell.
His words are interesting in a way, a variation of the idea that Underidge has always thought upon. Silver eyes skip past the male to watch the female as she moves into a crouch, determined to keep herself from being food perhaps. Her submissive behavior makes him itch, his lips twitching ever so slightly and one paw lifting before scuffing back into the ground.
"So it is," he answers in his same raspy voice, his tone not making it clear whether he disapproves or agrees with the statement.
The being within him stirs only a little and settles and he feels distinctly annoyed by the lack of it. His eyes track with a disconcerting stillness the movements of Matthias, as he sits in a way to try and calm the tension that burgeons around them. Underidge does not move from his spot, the only thing moving now on him being his eyes as they turn to the girl when she speaks to defend herself. A low growl emits from his teeth, immediately suppressed, out of his disbelief in her statement. There is an interest in him for the words of Matthias, a curiosity that he cannot subdue and so he sits down, a good distance from them still and watches.
"Ghost." The name falls from his lips with ease, practiced, but not truly. He did not wish them to know him but what reason would they have to suspect he was not who he said he was? By his fur, with silver and black undercoat, his parents could have very well named him Ghost. The idea is amusing for his own mother was Banshee, a form of a ghost herself.
"They hunt these woods." Now he drops to his belly, long legs on either side of his meal as he stares at them, as if wondering if they will understand what he means. The cannibals, of course, a subtle reminder that while Vaya thought she was fine, things did not always go as planned.
UNDERIDGE
FIVE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (III)