Enraptured by the purity of the one before him, he does not seek out the other two girls at the moment. He seeks understanding for why he feels… different. This strange calmness that has cloaked his heathen figure when he looks into this stranger’s eyes. Part of him fights it and yet there is a stillness that keeps him near to her so that he can watch and find an answer for why this is occurring. Was she some type of sorceress? She did not look to be of one that meddled in any dark magic but perhaps she had some sort of control over his mind somehow. In his homeland there were things such as soulbonds but he did not think that it could follow him this far much less exist in a realm unknown.

Yet the eery tranquility that he held was broken as Losa’s shrill laughter caused his ears to fold back in anger. His gaze broke from Zawyne and pinned onto Losa as she carried on with her incessant words. Arrogant. Defiant. She was brazen enough to displease him; her subtlety nonexistent and her submission to his presence waived off as if all was now well within the world. All because she believes that his curiosity to this other female will distract him enough to save her? Her hubris will be paid for in blood.

”If you ever try to--”, her words are lost to the frenzy that suddenly took over his mind once again as he lunges from his position toward the imprudent pink femme. The child is long forgotten as the monster that crawls beneath his skin commands for the bloodshed of this stranger. He will not rest until his dominance has been assured and his raging hunger quelled. He cared not for the other male that was just in battle with him for he would deal with him as well if need be. In this moment all he wanted… all he needed was to silence her petulant mouth and ease the raging of his mind.

His injuries bled more as clots opened from the quickened movement and his thick jaws were dripping with tainted saliva as he aimed to grab the roseate girl by the throat and pin her frail form to the earth. Warning growls permeated the air as they threatened to end her existence should she make a wrong move again… should she defy him again. His black claws scraped at the stone as he pressed her harder into the ground one final time before quickly releasing and pivoting to face what was likely to be an enraged male and the same pleaing voice of the sunset painted she-wolf. But he wouldn’t stick around for any more of their squabbling and he was satisfied enough with making his point to the other girl that he could walk away without any residual indignation.

Deadened amethyst eyes stare down the other male that had defended his little harem until he turns to walk away. For now he has been sated and the voices of the others fade into silence as he pays them no further mind. His pace picks up into an easy jog to distance himself from the cavern and down the mountain. The dark wraith now moves on to find another area to haunt.