Yes, well behaved children rarely do make history. That is not why I had come to the caverns today nor was it ever my intention to make any type of history with myself or my name. I was simply following what darkness within drove me to do. Since the double-crossing upon my brother Ilias, initiated by myself and Kairos, there had been a shift within my psyche. Despite what previous loyalty had been lain with my brother there was now a burning hunger that sent my mind into overdrive. It was the adrenaline, the possibility of leaving blood scattered across the landscape, whether it be mine or theirs. It was the helpless pleas and begging that ended in only accelerating the process. Kairos had created a monster.

The hour is hot and bright, my raven black fur now burning across my back as it intensifies the reach of the sun. I roam across the outer edge of the cavernous system, my interest lying in getting a cool drink from a river nearby until the sharp yips of a younger whelp pierce the air. Unfortunately for the child her voice had cascaded through the tunnels and into my waiting ears, causing me to stiffen up and turn to look upon the mouth of the dark abode. Something clicks within that broken psyche of mine and with a feral intensity I am jogging quickly up the hillside.

As I drew closer in to the outlying area of the labyrinth the scattered scent of other wolves was laid thickly throughout the area. I knew not of packs or alphas, social etiquettes and laws, I only pause for a moment to huff at the stench before moving forward and closing in upon my quarry. It is within the shade of the overhead rock that I find my stealth as I am now away from the golden rays of sun that seem to spotlight my approach. My strides shorten as I slow down within my cover and the hollow breeze brings one juvenile scents toward my flared nostrils. I inhale deeply as eyes of amethyst close for a long moment.

Black eyelids slowly lift open to spy upon the young girl once again, her high-pitched voice addressing me in the darkness without truly seeing who I was. I remained hidden behind the plethora of boulders that jut from the wall until I am ready for a means to an end. Darkened auds pin back upon my skull as I snort and shake my head. Her incessant garbling is just as painful as taking a bite to the flank and it only feeds my desire ever more to silence her. Without further waiting I advance upon her from the behind the rock, my large claws scraping lightly against the stone as I went, but I was not here to take her out with a soundless assault.

Black paws pick me back up into a swift jog before advancing into a run as I direct myself toward her with a deadened expression. I am no actor, I do not try to play my victims before I take them out, there is only one way to hunt and it is the natural way. As I barrel inward toward the brindled girl I aim to first knock her down with sheer force and momentum, my eyes remaining on target and following each step she may take to avoid the collision. I keep myself in check with her position, no matter if she had averted the blow, and never let her out of my sight. Sharpened knives of bone aim with demonic intent in each twitching muscle of my neck as I lunge downward to clasp my jaws upon the top of her neck and to shake violently; a quick ending to it all.

Greatness begets greatness for certain. But I am not my grandfather or my mother – I am more.