Light 'Em Up!!

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

I move out of the mountains, looking for new blood to add to Spirane, seeking those who do not bow to pain. Not far from where the valley ends, there are a rather oddly placed span of rocks and hills. Caves had recently opened from one part of it, a cavern I have yet to delve into. I have been preoccupied with Spirane's own tunnels and caves. It is an odd thing to think that no other has truly been into those tunnels, save for a few dare devil yearlings and one exploratory teen perhaps. Either way, I was completely entranced by the mountain I had procured, as I am with the task I must now complete.

Ten years I have been on the face of this earth. Never had I ever heard such a term as 'imprint' or 'imprinting' nor did I know anything about such a supposed bond. I have heard the commotion from the crags echo up Spirane's slopes. Curiosity and the need to fill Spirane's halls to the brim with wolves of superiority, wolves of true strength, and those who could still remember to not bite the hand that feeds them. My large, yet glorious body moves upon the gathering, looking from wolf to wolf, watching as those who feel the purpose of this gathering and part from the crowds to go to one another. What a sickening thought. To be so smitten you lose focus on your own life. If the wolf imprinted on would do the male a favor and kill him where he stood, perhaps these Moladion wolves would be stronger. Perhaps, I am simply envious of this close of a bond with another.

The prophesied chosen one often walks her path alone, for her focus must be on her goal. I cannot be distracted by personal bonds, though I too seem to feel victim to this tug. Instincts have screamed at me for the entire year I have lived here to find him, to seek out my bonded and figure out if he is worth keeping. I am newly crowned, though in the blood of imprints, and if I am to start my empire, I will need a worthy creature to help with such a thing. Call me anal, but I will not abide weakness in my line. And I like my males to look just so.

I come to sit at the edge of the gathering, reflective pink irises shining white every now and then as they catch whatever light there is to catch. The group is reflected in them, I am sure, though I hope some of them catch how silly they look. I simply sit, my halved tail I curl next to my leg as my black half masked face scans around the area, nose taking in scents as I assess those present. One stands out above the rest, if only for his size and pushy attitude. Let's see where this goes shall we?

A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see