all that's left

It was perhaps, a rare occurrence, that the deamon wasn?t interested in the slaughter or various acts of pleasure. The pregnant female who had identified herself as Soliel Adravendi, didn?t spark most of his monstrous urges, rather he was still distracted by his own thoughts. Something about her, sparked to a memory in his mind, something that reminded him of someone familiar. It intrigued him. He tilted to the left, as he analyzed her, his gaze raking over every curve and feature of the beautiful soon to be mother. She didn?t seem overly terrified of him, perhaps just a bit uneasy, and that also interested him. What a wolf it would take to stand up to a brute like him!

She met his eyes, and he lost himself for a few moments in the intensity of the moment. Killer and Expecting Mother. The bringer of death and a bringer of life. The meeting of such intense powers was unique and unexpected. A strange feeling overtook him, something akin to longing, as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes. She reminded him of someone, that he felt he knew, but at the same time was absolutely unfamiliar with. ?Alone? No help is never far away.? Her words reached his ears, and the perked up with interest. He supposed it was true, for a pack wolf, especially a pregnant female. A sigh escaped his jaws.

?If you intend to keep me for a while, then I request you at least tell me if you have passed any herbs coming here. I am in search of as many as I can find, no matter the type.? He raised himself to this paws, giving her a long look as he did so. ?I suppose, I could help you find some. A female in your condition shouldn?t be left alone out here, lest someone take advantage of her. I?d hate to see such a monstrosity.? The end of his sentence, was sarcastic, but held meaning. Unless he was doing the big bad, no one else had business doing it. He walked a few steps away from her, turning back towards the forest, before he stopped, awaiting her to catch up with him. Tail flicked side to side, as he stared ahead into the forest, and he turned, his jaws parting as he spoke again.

?Tell me, Ms. Soliel, this pack, 'Valhalla', you spoke of. What's it like?? He knew little about the packs, and found them to be decent conversation to pass the time. Valhalla didn't seem to be one of the packs that he had met wolves from. Not that he was very aware of each of the packs from here, having only met two different wolves with two separate scents. One he had murdered, ripping her from limb to limb and the other, a mere two year old, named Xenios he had seduced. Two separate acts, one murder and the other pure pleasure, had been the highlighted definition of his time in Alacritis. He had met other wolves here and there, exluding Amaranth. God, he didn?t want to think about her right now, he just wanted to block those thoughts, that pain from his mind. He wanted to think about anything but Amaranth.