He was definitely not pleased to be dragged back to the place he had recently left. Asteraia may be where he was born, where his bloodline held strong, but it was not his home and it never would be. The place harbored many bad feelings for him, loomed over him as a constant reminder of the sins and atrocities he had done when he had no concept of right or wrong, only what mother and father taught him to do; and they had taught him how to be a killer, a killer who feasted upon the flesh and blood of his own kind. They killed innocent wolves for the sake of their own hunger, their own sick twisted enjoyment when there were perfectly good ungulates and small prey animals that would satisfy their hunger all the same. Wolves were predators that were supposed to hunt and kill prey animals, not other predators. Cannibals threw off the entire balance of nature simply because wanted to, or their minds were so far broken they could no longer see the horror of their ways. Either way, Rapier had left Asteraia to train himself, to separate himself from his past and start over, just to get dragged right on back.
Emerald eyes lingered upon Anima, a distaste for the female easily readable within his eyes for she had stolen him; to her this was simply a fun game. He moves at his own pace, holding onto his pride despite being a prisoner while she dances around trying to lead and chase all the way back to the plains. He knew his way back, he didn't need her to show him the place he had been born in, spent his first year and a half of life in. The bloody boy stops when she does, watching as she lets out a howl for his family, whatever was left of them anyway.
”Welcome home child, I hope you don’t mind a family reunion. I am sure they missed you. So you should enjoy your stay, we just had a hunt so there is plenty of food to go around.” she says, her tail wagging behind her, so very pleased with herself.
"This is not my home," he says simply, correcting her as he remained calm, refusing to give her the satisfaction of any of his emotions.
"I am not so sure I will be well received after I spurned them," it is a simple fact, his leaving had been on a bitter note. The monster that ruled these plains was just that, a monster much like his parents and siblings. He refused to be like them, changed his ways, locked up the darkness inside of him. Eating regular prey had been rejected by his digestive system at first, his body so used to the blood and flesh of wolves it took time to properly adjust to the change without releasing everything he had eaten. Now the only killing he did was for survival or to help purge the world of the sickness that was wolves like Tobias and Eric. For now though he was much too small, much to young to do anything, but he was training, not the lazy vagabond Anima liked to think he was. He would be the bloody knight of Moladion. He could never cleanse his soul of his sins, clean the blood from his paws, but he could help make the world safer for those who did not deserve to die at the hands of these pathetic wolves.
2/Soul/Heart/Freelance knight/Satanican son of EricXSelinebefore they eat my soul.