He did not at all mind not living in Asteraia anymore. It was just a place. Without the Monster there, there was no reason to live there anymore. The ones who took over after her death were not ones he wished to be around, thus he left. It was simple as that, and Anima knew just as well. It didn't even need to be spoke. It was just known.

The woods were indeed a more...comfortable spot for him. He did indeed keep his eyes of violet and orange upon the female who was his imprint. He would stalk her every now and then, but he had wished it was not her that caused this...drive within him. Why could it not be Anima? He did not understand why, but it is what it is. He cannot change it...and Anima knew that. She knew that he was chained like a dog to her, even if the chain was very, very long. In the end, he would somehow he dragged back.

The white male of stunning stature stood tall, eyes looking forth into the woodlands. He was getting the itch to go find her, the imprint, and he found it...frustrating. He clenched his teeth slightly, white tail slashing behind him. Something felt off, but he could not understand it. It was an itch inside that he could no scratch. She was like a flea that was below his skin.

He then felt the touch of Anima and it seemed to soothe him, but only in the slightest. She could never scratch what needed to be scratched, but it was better than nothing. He turned his head slightly as she ran his muzzle down his neck. She is perhaps more affectionate than he is. He is indeed a desirable specimen. He was the blend of Ava and Heyel- but he almost completely took after the Angel King.

His head turned with her question. His mind had thought of it. Ava was always very...demanding that perfection be added into the world through birth. He knew that it was his duty to bring the youth into the world. His...primal desires were with his imprint, a thing he could not explain. It did not mean his desires did not travel elsewhere. He had taken the taint from Anima and made her his own when they were very young. He supposed it was time for the young to come into the world by his own creation.

"Yes," he said simply. "It shall be," he said in a forward manner. His muzzle then turns to reach forward, seeking to firmly grasp his shoulder near her neck with a soft growl. There needed to be no further discussion. He already knew, and it will happen. He would not let his chain drag him down. He was free, despite her, and he would make his own creations. Violet and orange eyes lock onto her own, before he lets go of his firm grasp. Her answer is given.