血液中のコード化された(Coded In Blood)

He hadn't ventured north in a long time, but by chance, his paws found him drawn towards the northern lands. The scent on the female he had recently encountered was different from ones he had previously experienced, yet familiar to a dame he knew well. Though he wouldn't bother himself in silly pack antics he was curious to see what had become of the northern packs. It was by chance that a call rang through the land, and it appeared someone was seeking a consult with satan himself. An annoyed growl left him, as he veered his path towards the sound, wondering what creature dared call him, dared disturb his wanderings. Since his arrival in Alacritis, many other creatures who dared align themselves with darkness had journeyed here, and he found most of them to be pathetic wanna-be's. No one stood to the might of Creedance Voltaire. None had as dark of a soul, as he.

He moved towards the Cathedral Point, his pace relaxed. He wouldn't hurry. No the first evil, never hurried. He came to a stop at the point, his eyes resting on the white figure of another. He would not move towards the creature, his expression bored as he spoke. "You should have good reason to invoke me." Tail flicked idly at his hocks, as he waited for this oddity to speak. He had things to do.