In the eye of the beast

He let his lavender eyes fall on the beast. His tail flicking off to one side - irritation bubbling up. Any normal day he would have lunged - tried to leave a nasty mark on her face. Shiloh knew better though, he needed experience and he had never fought a lady quiet as big as she. His ears flicked and he listened, so she was curious as to what his task was. "Shiloh's agenda?" was it even safe to say? "I was created to be the ltimate soldier. I do no fear death, I do not care for others." his sense of care was simply possession if anything. He wanted blood, he wanted to taste it. His eyes widened with a bit of lust - however it died when his nose was invaded with that rotten smell of pups again.

"I had no parents, I was taught to kill and that is my purpose. I kill wolves and I will kill as many as I need before I am killed myself. That is my fate." he wanted to come across clear..... he could do that sometimes it seemed. "You though, I haven't met a beast such as yourself. I tread carefully on things I do not know, things that could easily destroy me... magnificent." his jaw shut. "Shiloh shall depart now, maybe it will be you... who seeks my skull in time." he didn't want to be stopped this time around. He turned and started in the other direction. Stopping though to see if the lady had anything else to say. Call him a fool - well that mattered not with how his brain worked.

"Shiloh." "You." Think.