I cannot tell if I am irritated or interested. He had some balls to come rushing over to my kill. I simply could not have fun with him around. Killing, truly, was an art to be enjoyed alone. I desire the power of taking life in my very jaws and crushing it to pieces. Yet, sharing simply is not a thing to be had. Power is not something to be split. With my joy slowly seeping into the water, my eyes flash towards him, the blood of the creature washing over him and myself. Death was imminent, but there was only so much thrill from it. I taste it, I feel the life draining away and into my very being. Destruction always feels pleasurable and yet to have that pleasure muted in some way?

As the creatures loses will and blood, and begins to fall into the wet earth, my jaws open to release. I stand looking towards him as he speaks, my stare like white hot fire. I am covered in blood, the red blending into my darkened pelt. I find his words insufferable as he speaks. I give no indication of my thoughts on my face. I simply stand and stare, though naturally my face though beautiful, is harsh in nature, like that of a deadly snake.

I do let a touch of a smile crawl to my dark black lips, for only a second, and for only but a minuscule amount. Does he not understand? Of course not. No one does, no one but my children, and even they are vastly different than even myself.

"Because I am after you," I say with my voice naturally melodic, naturally touched with a thick Latin accept, and naturally laced with poison. The kill was not a concern. It would be dead, done with life. I have killed many and I will kill again, and again, and again. I will crush and I will consume. This was but another, and he is but in my way. My dark grey paws pivot towards him in the water. My larger form launches towards him.

I am like clouds in the air, meant to be there. I am but a Goddess touched with heavenly liquid as I thrust myself towards him. I am a wolf to marvel at, a wolf to look at with eyes wide. Glorall is just a boy...A boy who is about to learn what happened when he messes with Diveen. Although, I hardly care about my pack affiliation, it is merely a cover, but that is our names as we know it in these moments.

I seek to use my greater weight. I aim myself towards his right shoulder. We are head on at this point as I aim, my eyes daring to gaze into his as I move. We are close, as it does not take long for me to reach him, only a split second or so. As I land after my lunge I seek for my right shoulder to collide with his- shoulder to shoulder directly. I wish to knock him over with my weight onto the deer, still moving and weakly kicking in the water, near death but not completely dead yet. If he is knocked over, great, if not...well, lucky him for having some god damn balance. Regardless, I will stand tall, my black and grey fur prickled on edge, a natural arrogance to my look as I stare him down more, waiting, craving his reaction, my own muscles tensed as I do not know what will happen...but I am Ava. I anticipate. I have eyes to notice but the smallest of movements. Let him try to go against me, let him try to test me. I will get what I want.