Terror to Behold

Why would he pray to be alone? It would be effort wasted for he knew that alacritis was the very place one should avoid if they wished to remain In their solitary. Alacritis had a talent for throwing everyone into situations they had no desire to take part in, and yet that was the excitement of it. This corrupt world was positively drowning in bliss and it was because of those that had congregated here. Holy and non, respectful and terrific, and bold without resolve. He admired it. Still, as the crack and pop of the underbrush was noticed, and as he momentarily thought of the sounds of wildly spreading fire, he was Able to distinguish it by the block of canine that appeared before him. ?

?A smirk was worn by this lord and syrinx could feel his lips peel back over exposed bone, and he could feel his ears rock back against his massive skull. A challenger? Was he seeking an audience? Issuing a challenge? Months...a year...from the public and social eye tended to leave one confused as to what there was waiting. Friend? For? What was this man...syrinx was displeased. A familiar odor bridled his body, but Syrinx could not put names together. He could not seem to associate anything and in that very moment everything that he knew became an odd haze complete of confusion. He didn't enjoy it. ??

? So what was he supposed to do? The residual sound that arose from his diaphragm was something akin to a hiss, violent, and entirely feline like he spoke in demands; wanting answers, "Who are you that you have the knowledge to seek me out?" the rest of his thoughts went unspoken--in his head ideas of how he could snap the boys neck with his bare teeth, or how he could gouge his eyes out and leave him to the scavengers. There were a thousand ways the boy could die tonight, and at least syrinx could promise that, at his hand, his death would be remarkable and beautiful and certainly memorable. Though, to kill without reason was a waste of life--yet, if the boy could not defend himself adequately his life wasn't exactly worth living. He had to think and he had to be certain of what path his future wanted to take.