He comes like a shadow; a blood hued phantom who can truly be no other than the Satanican he is. There is Seline in him, but the vampire comes more to mind with the look of those blue eyes. I am very much satisfied with his promptness, and though no other has yet joined us, I am in all honesty glad to have a moment alone with this older brother of mine.

For truly, nine years is quite a long time, and it was only when I was a kid that I had seen him last. I'm surprised I even recognized him right away, but the russet pelt was a pretty big give away, and he smells like them. He smells like all of the family I had left behind, and though I am no soft creature I do happen to have a bit of care for the Satanican brood. What's left of us, anyway. The look Cuirass gives me is so akin to Seline that I crack a grin at him, my red jaw enhancing the sight of it upon my sculpted features. She may no longer be here with us, but in my time away from Moladion I had spent much time with my dam. Like Kronos, and Cade and Quirino before him, she had trained me herself and I bore the marks of our blood upon my chest. They were a proud bade of the Satanicans, and much like he had done to me my green eyes are looking him up and down, the barest glint of admiration hidden in their depths.

"As you may well know, brother, we Satanicans have better flavour when we are slightly aged and seasoned." My red brother in front of me had but a year on me, but as it were we were no longer the children born to the plains of Asteraia. I could tell by his muscles, and even the way he held himself that he had done well in the time I had been gone. I really wouldn't expect it to be any other way, and if he had proven to disappoint, well, there's no need to go down a road untraveled. The weight of years having gone by, however, was something I could certainly feel upon my snowy shoulders and with a nonchalant roll of my shoulders, I'm shrugging off that weight. I have no desire to dwell on my past or things that have transpired, but instead intend to move forward for I have broad and far horizons in mind for myself. "It was about time for us to make our return."

My thick and plush white tail whips behind me then as my speech ends, in what could be perceived as a slight wag much as Cuirass tail had done, but it's really more of a challenge. I know my brother is smart, and I know my meaning will not be lost on him. I wait then, patiently, to see if he will take my bait and ask about our other brother. I amuse myself, and I'm almost prone to laughing out loud at this point but I keep my composure. However the mirth is quite apparent in my vivid green eyes staring intently toward perhaps the only other Satanican still living who is worth my time and attention.