The deluge coming down was as unforgiving as it was relentless, and my white coat hung plastered against my tall frame. The storms in the area were ruthless, thunderclaps booming with the additional acoustics thrown in by the caverns. As water filled as they were, the resulting sounds were muffled and strange compared to previous visits. I had been coming here for quite some time, searching diligently for my older brother, and though it had been years, there had been no luck for me. And then the weather had taken its change, the grotto had flooded, and here I was still dedicated to my search.

As uncomfortable as I could have been given my circumstances, I found a certain pleasure in the way my muscles burned while climbing upward, and in the rhythm of the rain as it hammered down around me. When it rained, I could feel my age in my bones, but I never let it dishearten me. Instead, I allowed the sensation to drive me and urge me to continue on and forward; never allowing my Satanican perfection to fall short of my capabilities. I was strong, I was healthy, and I was free to do as I pleased. For me that went all the way from searching for my brother to sparring with strangers to dining on unsuspecting victims, and those suspecting, and everything else in between. It all depended on circumstances, of course. Besides footing being a tad conspicuous at the moment, and still no trail to be found, the days search was turning out just fine.

Just as I was deciding to call it for the day, the weather broke for me. Unconsciously I shook myself, water droplets exploding all around me and already I could feel the warmth from the sun. It was more than enough to encourage me to continue on for awhile longer, for I was convinced that my brother had to be somewhere, instead of nowhere, and that I would find him. I was almost entirely dry by the time I came upon the tracks of another, though the scent was not the one I was looking for. Regardless, I am intrigued and so I follow this new path that is seasoned with the salt of the sea. I am almost always curious of a stranger in the first breath simply because of the endless possibilities of the encounter. The chance of the outcome is almost as enticing to me as the actual interaction itself; after all I had inherited many traits through the dark tendencies of my parents and those before me. I wondered which appetite of mine this stranger would feed.

The wolf is relaxed, the light colors of her coat standing out in the muted sunlight that finds her. This serves in accentuating her smallness that I could see from outside the nook. She had chosen her place well, and if it had been another day and I hadn’t of followed her path, I might have even passed her by. But today is not that day, and so instead I approach while watching her with bright sage green eyes. I am not a bashful or shy creature, and though she is so obviously lounging and not seeking out company, I still take it upon myself to grace her with my presence. An easy smile finds my sculpted features as I stop several meters away, keeping at a respectful distance for the time being. We are strangers, after all, for now. “Looks like a nice place for a nap, though I think for me it would be too close of a fit.” Now that I could get a better look at her, she did indeed seem as small as I had initially thought in order to be able to fit into her space. I had often thought to myself that small toys are the best toys.

“Do you come here often?” There’s no attempt at swagger in my voice, though there is a trace of amusement, and above all there is genuine curiosity in my tone. I’ve gotten quite good at distracting myself, and though there are several directions that this conversation could and should go, I was determined to stay focused on my task at hand. Different parts of me expected different reactions from her and sage green eyes held golden eyes steady as I waited patiently for my reward.