This lake was something Rentaro found hilarious, in all his years what a joke for it to decide to form itself in the shape of a wolf's paw. His snickered, and if anyone saw him he might have been mistaken as a mad man. Paws settling on the sand, he looked at his own reflection, oh so sadly his snout was stained with the last wolf he had devoured out of sheer boredom. His tail flicked back and forth, disgusting, his fur was being ruined and tainted by the blood of that bitch. At least his body was used to the flesh he had eaten, eating his own kind was a habit a guilty pleasure all in all. It was probably because he liked to see the insides of his victims without killing them. His pale blue eyes would look around when he senses someone near him. Regardless, he would stand tall and then ignore the stain rather than cleaning it off even with how much complaining he had done in himself. Leaving clean paw prints behind as mismatched legs pulled the brute forward. He had his entertainment so whoever came across him next was probably lucky. Rentaro wasn't one to randomly target though unless he knew they were a nobody, like the last wolf he had killed a few hours ago. And she had been delicious at that. ?I speak?

The beautiful creature was an illustrious one, it was the truth. With each beautiful step her bodice moved with such elegance. Her paws hit the ground lightly with each stride. A tri-toned tale was flowed behind her with constant ease. It was a beautiful flow that was quite ever lasting. Yet, as the scent of blood filled the Kaiser's narrow nose she slowed. The fae took a moment to allow her jaws to hang open and let the scent waft into her mouth. The fae would then moved towards the lake, slowly slithering to the source of the metallic scent. Yet, as she arrived her crimson orbs would feast upon an earthy toned creature who hung over the lake. Looking into it. Though, she would watch as he would stand and move along the shore. Small paws moved as she slowly move her way to his proximity. With a gentle sigh the fae would let forth her quite lovely tones. "You wear blood upon your pelt yet you do not clean it with a body of water right before you?" The fae moved a half step closer. "Are you so confident you wish to flaunt your kill of another upon your very bodice?" She enjoyed confidence at times. ""