I follow the haunting perfume all the way to the border and there it surrounds me. I flare my nostrils, drinking it in like the freshest air. My restlessness grows meanwhile, bright blue eyes taking in the scenery of the border as a hiss seeps between my clenched fangs. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why do I like her do this to me? My anger boils to a point before discipline takes over and I start pacing, taking out my agression in the none too quiet sounds of my paws on the turf of the border. My strawberry crimson coat shines like a new penny, its attractive nature stemming from darker roots than anyone would think at first glance.
My body is short and slender, but lined with nothing but smooth lean muscle, the muscle of a hunter, of a killer. My fur is not covered in dried blood from my latest victim as it usually is around this time of day. Alas, the restlessness that pours from my eyes tells of a day or two without nutrition, though not enough to take away from the solidness of my frame just yet. Even as I pace, my rough pink tongue lolls out of its cavity to rake along the corners of my mouth, rubbing along the dry exterior to wet it as blood usually does. Why have I starved myself? Not on purpose of course, but stress will do that to you. Stress over a damn female of all things!
I've caught her scent in various places ever since that day at Romance River with Scarlet Nights. Me and the other Demonica wolf had been hunting when we had been approached by another pair and the female was the last one I expected to see. This couldn't be love, no, it was much less satisfying and a hell of a lot more painful, to my diet, at least. It was more like a game of passion. I couldn't get her out of my head, I couldn't get her scent out of my nose. I can't get those damn teal eyes out of my mind. Lately I've caught the whiff of another male around her, the newly appointed alpha of Munashii Gekko. I've heard his name is Eric. What the fuck kind of name is Eric, anyway?
My reestless pacing continues as I remind myself that I'm on the borders of his land now so I best start getting respectful or get to tracking. Why am I even here, I ask myself for the hundredth time. I already know the answer to that of course but I can't bring myself to say it. I can't let her have this much control over me but the problem is that she already does and she doesn't even seem to know it. I bet she hasn't had a thought of me in forever. She's probably forgotten all about me and our delicious hunts together, our warm nights and days spend having fun in all kinds of ways. I mentally shake the images from my head as my anger descends toward insanity when the image of her and that other strange male at the river once more flows before my eyes. The way she rubbed herself on his shoulder like he belonged to her...it was enough to set my teeth on edge once more.
Once more I try to focus on the border and the reality of the moment. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to give up my loner status and roll over for some schmuck that might have dibs on her? A growl forms in my throat at the thought but I hold back, clenching my teeth closed once more as I remain pacing and decide to just wait. With the pacing, of course. It's not like I can stand still long enough.
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