I can taste your blood. Beneath your fur. Beneath that peel of flesh that encases your tender organs and juicy muscle. The taste of you dances on my tongue, tantalizing the roof of my mouth with it's rich palette and thick bouquet, a ruddy wine served hot and steaming, brimming with your life force. Ambrosia of the Gods. Your heart calls to me, luring like the song of a siren. Like a mother's lullaby. It draws me in, arouses the carnal instincts that glitter in these two binary pits, so unlike one another it were as if I held two souls trapped within a single mortal vessel.

I track you. Not because you are prey. Not because you are weak. But because of your blood. Your blood is your greatest asset in this moment, because it is the one thing that eternally protects you from my fangs. For you, Segin, are my Brother.

After ghosting the peripheries of the city of angels, it soon became apparent that our damnable dam was dead. To say I loved Stella might be far fetched... But she had been my mentor. She had dissected the darkest corners of my mind, tuning the chords and greasing the gears.. building a machine. A perfect predator. She tested me at every turn, and bested me at most. Taught me the lessons of fang and claw and never did one end without a new scar, without blood to stain my coat in one place or another. Mother's love was a tainted love. If it was ever love at all?

Without her there was no more reason to remain inside the shrine of diveen. They never truly held my allegiance to begin with. The only reason I ever tolerated their arrogance and self-induced delusions of grandeur was because Stella was their shield. The wall that held them safe against my fangs. Everything in moderation, sweet angels. Even your gag-worthy pride.

Stella was gone. But you are still here, aren't you brother? I know you are close, I've tracked your scent a many mile over the soft silty earth. and with each step of my saucer-sized paws that musk of yours grew more vivid, more Alive.

But now, as I approach the borders of this territory, your scent is deluded, masked over by a wash of pack scents, overpowering where their piss stains the ground and the tree trunks and rock. Making it absurdly obvious of to whom this land belongs. I can't help but chuckle to myself, and take a moment to pause at one of the trees at the border and hike my leg to relieve myself. A smartass expression tugs the corners of my lips into a smirk. How little did I know how closely it resembled that of the bastard that sired us. Once satisfied, I return to honing in on that single cologne that had drawn me here.

Do you live here brother? Pledge fealty to some new sovereign? If that is so, then they must be a leader of worth or you have grown soft. Let us prey it is not the latter. Prey. Get it?

Mandibles part and a single deep rumble of sound thrums up from my vocals. A short rolling call, meant for one and only He. Don't hide from me behind these borders brother. Come out, come out. Dear Old Arcturus has returned...

The Righteous Side Of Hell