Ah, this was his home. Sin paced back and forth, fur bristling as his head rocked back and forth ever so slightly. He was frustrated, though over what he could not say. His family were near, he could scent them. He would never erase their scents from his nose, nor would he ever. They were his blood, borne from the greatest generation that lived. Arietta, a pawn in his game, though he would deny any affection towards her, he did have a spot in the darkest depths of his being for the petite woman. She had been the first he had ever claimed, and it would always remain so. Their relationship was strange, and no matter if he pushed her away or ignored her completely, he knew she would follow him without question.
It was these thoughts that frustrated him, and it was the need to eradicate them from his mind that drove him here today. He needed a distraction, and what better way to distract himself then with the sound of clashing bodies and the smell of blood? Yes...he needed more to coat his features. The tattoos upon his pelt were not just for a show of power, but a warning sign to those who crossed him. He cared not for who you were, he'd never held anything back in a spar and he was not about to wimp out nor give in now be it physically or emotionally...then again, what were emotions to this creature?
He stopped his pacing, tail lashing as he promptly threw back his head and called to him any that might be nearby and ready to take him on. Small, large, injured or at full health, he wanted to taste blood and rip fur. Granted, his blood might also be spilled and his fur rent from his body, but the adrenaline of a fight always spurred him on and excited him in ways it shouldn't. And then, he would wait.
