Lurking in the shadows

The warm weather in the east was making even the mountains a bit uncomfortable for the dark beast; though it was still in his nature to take the high-ground. The mountains to the North had become a goal of his, and he was pleased to find that the weather here was much more suitable for the thickness that his coat had grown into. The colossal teen was halfway through his second year, hardly appearing like a child anymore at all yet there were still certain... things about him that made it very noticeable he was immature.

The first thing he'd done when arriving at the northern mountains was scout every nook and cranny, and that task alone took him a couple of weeks. He didn't want to be setting up camp on top of someone else's home and become caught off-guard, but once it was all cleared he made his way back to the caverns full of intriguing art. When he was young, he'd witnessed his older brother craft a collar; the concept of creation not being too terribly far out of his ability to understand. He knew something had painted these walls, something had attempted to secure their footprint on the world by locking their creation in history.

He knew these paintings were old, very old; and whatever left them behind must think themselves a legend for creating something so immune to age and elements. He snickered to himself, a muffled sound barely audible past the body of the hare snug tight between his teeth. Blood dripped along the cave entrance's floor as he nearly skipped on his way down the halls, today he planned on fucking all that up.

Legends die- his did. His father's madness consumed him and turned him into a man Dominus didn't recognize, hardly the legend he was supposed to be.. that was for certain. Whoever left these paintings would be getting a deserving lesson, it didn't matter if they were in their grave. According to Ruina religion, after all, surely they were still watching. He hoped they rolled as he dropped the hare on the ground in front of his first target of vandalism, immediately ripping the stomach of the hare open to reveal it's bloodiest parts. He didn't want it to dry too fast, so almost immediately he began snapping his behemoth head up toward the wall with enough force to send the rabbit's insides slamming against it, creating splatters of blood in chaotic mess on what had once been carefully planned out artistry.

He failed to notice the young girl in his company admiring such art, it wasn't until one of his throws missed and was sent launched toward the pristine white ghost that was watching him that he noticed her. Immediately, he resituated himself and bared his fangs; his blue eyes wide and crazed as he looked past her, and then behind him... searching for others. This one wasn't threatening, but whoever might be with a child so young could pose a problem. Once he figured they were alone, he growled out a greeting... "Who the fuck?"