The days closing in and im dying out

How could the masters of the devils give The brute the chance of a new beginning wrapping its lithe fingers around the form of a melicious beast. Maybe it was there plan; to set a sinner onto Ludicael and destroy whats left. But Siarvon's changed. Something smacked him right across the face, something big. It couldnt be. it was.. Aria. the Aria? the one he met two years ago and then wished not to ever see him again? that Aria. Siarvon had to keep his thoughts quiet, the last thing he needs is embarrassment if she doesnt remember. Oh the times they used to have; especially by the one at the lake when it was only the two. The laughters joining themselves bewitching the air with the hisses of the night.

Exhaling the bitter chills the ribcage expanded making him look bigger then he actually was. A giant almost. "Aria..." hmm the words where a splendid sound to reveal from the parted maw once again after the years. Shaking the large cranium the brute would flicker the icys blue gaze to the albino mistress stepping into view and out of the grasp of the sinister shadows. A nod with acknoweledgement would be presented in respect of this womans appearance.
But the thoughts came flooding back in so suddenly crushing against the skull with many mystery's. Siarvon lost his memory. He lost EVERY bit of it. How could he remember an old friend? The large paws hit the ground once before waiting. Waiting for anything at all.