this castle of glass

His mild absences was probably noted by none, and he couldn't help but feel that perhaps he should return. After all, he did do a deed that would finish his rouge days and begin his guardian ones. Children, they did that too a man. Now instead of turning that rapid fire aggression towards anyone in his path, he would have to choose who he picked his fights with wisely, his words would have to be choice, and he would have to eliminate any who even breathed a word about the female that bared his babes or the names of the babes themselves. But like any horrible father, he has yet to see these babes of his, yet to breath in their scents, yet to find out their names, yet to ascend their mother and tell them of their Godly lineage.

This would haunt the man for a while. So when he finally returned to Alacritis his first task was not to slink back to the Lifeless Caverns to reset scent markers. Nay, but like any roving male his first task was to slither back to the Submerged Forest and search for the last remaining traces of her. The mans paws where set upon the ground, his toes twinkling along the edges of the water of the slow moving pond that gave nutriment to the trees that called this place home. The memory of that ghost of a woman sent the male marking, his hind legs pumping against the ground as his claws gorged marks into the ground.

Imonde wanted nothing to do with this patch of land, he had no need to claim it, no need to secure the prey that flourished here, but he did want to stake a claim on the area, the memory and one day that pale woman that made his blood boil. But her scent, that scent of the female that was just out of his reach...but it was strong, as if she was here.

Paws where set in motion as he blasted forward, his body surging forward and upward as his claws found purchase on the trees as he scrambled toward the scent. Ears where perked upon his head, attentive and curious as the God made his way toward the female that stole his attention a few months earlier. Legs stretched under him, his muscles tightening before he paused at the edge of a tree, gauging the distance to the other side before pushing off of the tree, forelimbs stretching forward as his paws slapped soundly against the ground.

A grunt escaped the mans maw as he eagerly trotted forward, his head lowering to the ground as his nose flinched upon his features. She was here. The man continues to pad forward, his ears attentive to the movement that was around him as his gaze finally falls upon the outline of the phantom lady. His brows drew together as he studied her form for a moment before padding closer to her, his tail dropped low below his haunches and fell between his legs in a neutral manner. His shoulders rotated under his flesh as he slides his paws out in front of him, trying to place his right side somewhere along her left side, hopefully shoulder to shoulder as he too drops his heads down upon his paws.

Vibrant eyes would then try to study her features, his nose tilted toward her muzzle, his ears angled toward the female as no words where spoken. Instead, the man remained quiet, allowing the female to speak if she wished, or they could just sit here in silence, allowing him to enjoy breathing in her scent and re-familiarizing himself with her feminine lines.


"Speech"
'thoughts'