Ah, he hadn't expected her to come! It made him feel all kinds of weird - fluttery, a little light headed. Was he feeling the heat? Maybe it was the full moon! Whatever it was, it made him hesitate for a moment as the other woman dared him to tell his tale. Yet, he didn't let it deter him. Instead, he puffed his chest out all the little more and grinned all the more deviously.

"Long ago, before this world even existed, they say a beast was born to a witch and her servent," or so his mother had alluded, though she had used better names - Israfel simply didn't wish to sound so...crude. "He was born darker than any night or shadow and grew larger than any beast of the fields. They say his mother had expected more children and yet, when he was born, he had been born with a mouth full of blood - those siblings were no more!" That? Well, he didn't know if that was true. Still, it made his brows raise suddenly - he knew it was ridiculous but who cares? The beast really might have been that awful!

"As he grew, so did his hunger. Nothing could satiate him! That was until he tasted the blood of our own kind - they say the first time he took it upon himself to taste our kin, the moon turned blood red and the winds howled with anguish." He paused then, an ear twisted towards the wood lands as the winds howled beyond. He didn't need to say it - they could hear it.

"For years, he took and he took. Mothers would awake to the cries of their children or their mate; packs would find tattered flesh at their borders; he could not be stopped for, like a shadow, he came and went in an instant. He bowed his head, a small homage to those that had passed - his mother could likely still remember their faces - "that was, until the Jester King Heyel took it upon himself to end the plague. No wolf would dare to leave their dens lest they find themselves consumed by The Black Prince."