LIKE THE SHADOWS

The strange wolf spoke- instead of immediately running from his presence. God- he was losing his touch. He snorted, the sound laced with a slight snarl- as the female commented on his face. Was she implying that his markings didn't flatter him? Creedance's eyes narrowed slightly, though his expression quickly changed to confusion- as the wolf spoke more. "Creedance Voltaire." He said- his brow furrowing slightly as the strange wolf spoke some more. Okay- crazy- she's crazy. He snorts. "Are you lost... sweetheart?" Cree implores, stepping closer to the strange wolf- before whipping around when he hears, before he scents the angel he'd been looking for. 

Her words are nearly a breath of fresh air, after talking to the stranger, and a cocky grin lit his features. "Darling- looking more like your mother every season." He cooed, batting his mix-matched eyes. Her words brought a smirk to his jaws, and he sauntered closer to her. "I could show you how dearly missed you've been." His tone and the hungry look he gives her leaves little to the imagination as to what exactly he is thinking about doing to-no, with her. He's silent for a few moments. Then he chuckles. "So darling dove- what on earth has happened to your kingdom?" He asked. The last time they'd spoke- that he remembered at least... she'd been ascending to her throne. What on earth happened? "Did the albino bastard take it from you?" He asked. "Do I need to have a talk with him?" Does Daddy need to take care of you... He wondered, though his ideas of being her 'daddy' were far less innocent than they should have been. In his interest in the female before him- he'd forgotten the other, the wolf he could forgo if he could only release his intentions upon the white angel- he so desired. Why did she defy him?