Some real trouble

Forsaken knew with the coming of Spring he had to return back to the islands to check on his captives. Hopefully they haven't frozen to death during the winter. Oops. But he wasn't going back just yet, oh no, he was searching for another victim. Someone fresh. Someone different than the Adravendi bloodline he'd already taken from. Sure they were still up there along the enemy list line... by right now he felt the need to hurt someone new. Someone fresh. But there was no doubt in his mind that it'd be a pack wolf. A young one... a female. Yes, 'saken thought. Perhaps it was time he'd taken all of his little pets and shown them the kind of 'good time' he so loved.

A sadistic grin spread across the male's lips as he moved through the deluge, working his limbs steadily. His golden eyes gleamed with a sickening madness, for the male wasn't right in the head. He loved pain... both giving it and dishing it out. He licked his fangs, searching, praying for something... and that was when he caught the scent of a young female. Ahh, she seemed perfect. About the age of his first victim... perhaps...

Forsaken quickened his pace until he saw the dame... and then stopped dead in his tracks. What the fuck was this? She was... certainly different. Like... almost Ganta different. Forsaken narrowed his eyes, letting out a quiet growl, far enough from the young maiden that she wouldn't hear just yet. No, for now he could act as a gentleman... get him to the island... and then he'd have his fun.

"A bit cool to go swimming yet, is it not? Or is the water warm enough here?" Forsaken called, throwing up his mask. His tail wagged back and forth, but out of the thought of pain, not friendliness.