Hello Hateful

His past all seemed like a distant dream - a nightmare, perhaps? - and he couldn't help but to wonder what the hell the point was of any of it. Had there been any purpose to his life at all? Ehrgeiz felt a little lost, and maybe somewhere in the back of his mind he was beginning to recognize his mortality as each season went by, but he didn't have it in him to regret anything. Anytime feelings of unease began to creep up on him, he'd make it his mission to find some small, helpless creature to tear apart, to relieve himself of his discomfort and keep himself stimulated. The scent of blood brought him to a place of comfort, control and power. Taking the life of prey, just because he could, was certainly a thrill, but the more he did it, the less satisfying it became. It was too easy. They just didn't put up enough fight; he didn't get to enjoy their suffering long enough. Lately, his state of agitation was willing him to find a bigger target.

His search had brought him to the east, seeking out the herds of prey that had moved from the north. If he was lucky, they'd have young for him to prey upon. He'd enjoy their terror thoroughly, and the thought of it made his hackles rise, tongue running along black lips. Internally fixated on the prey he sought, he hadn't expected to see any wolves here. When he spotted the movement of another living being, he froze momentarily before sinking into a hunter's crouch, his singular sapphire eye fixed on the wolf. A demented grin began to stretch his lips, the tips of his teeth just showing as his jaws parted, saliva dripping down his chin. A perfect target, crouched so perilously over the edge of the cliff.

With a wild look upon his face, Ehrgeiz stalked toward the she-wolf from behind, hoping the view of the cliffs would keep her preoccupied. As she straightened up and leaned over for another look, the predator shot forward in hopes to take advantage of her precarious position. Anger surged through him as he saw her turn around and begin to move away from the cliff, and his chance to shove her off the edge was lost. No matter, it looked like he'd just be in for some bloodshed. But, as he came charging up to the woman, there was a flash of recognition, and for a moment his savage desire was quelled. His claws dug into the ground as he screeched to a halt. His eye was still wide, and he still maintained that crazed expression as he looked over her face. "Kanja!" he blurted out her name, a flood of uncomfortable feelings choking him briefly as his muzzle wrinkled up in a snarl.

He stared at the woman, his grown daughter, and he wasn't sure what to do next. Should he be happy to see her? Should he embrace her like any loving father would do to greet their child? Ha!
He may have provided the seed to conceive her existence, but Sabine had never allowed him to parent his daughter. He certainly would have done things differently if not for the blasted blind amazon of a woman. Instead, he'd been more of a chew toy, a pet for the girl to do what she pleased with. Still, he couldn't help but to feel... something. And that pissed him off. With lips pulled back and teeth exposed, the man's ears lay flat, hackles prickling in agitation. He didn't like this, no not one bit. "I couldn't help but to notice you hesitated jumping off the edge," he said dryly as he eyed the cliff where she'd been crouching, "If you go stand over there again, I'll gladly give you a push." His black-dipped tail moved from side to side ever so slowly as he watched her,
wondering what her reaction to him would be - also wondering if he'd be able to rid himself of the most unpleasant feeling rising in his chest as he looked at her.