He was starting to get a little better understanding, determined to inspect every inch of this place and make good of it. He wasn't ready to give up yet, wasn't ready to admit he was lost and wandering. But soon he would find a friendly face, soon he would get the answers he needed. It wasn't like he had anything to attach himself too, so many colors swirling in his head it made him dizzy. His molten hues the same shade as the lava pools, just as burning and alive.

He paused on a cropping of rock, pale hide a stark contrast to the burnt surroundings. He huffed in silence, ears flung forth to seep up any sounds. He was an explorer now, on a grand adventure to get away from himself. But it was hot here too, and he started to pant like an over sized mutt. He lifted his head to the air and let loose a short sharp woof, curious to see if any might be lurking. This was a mysterious place, a dreamscape of shadows where anything might happen.

""

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The dead mouse hung from the clock.

The the clock struck one

The mouse?s noose fell down.

Hickory Dickory mother fucking dock.

A nightmare stood in the clutches of a towering shadow. Violet eyes watched the carcass of a whore that wandered the streets searching for its next victim. He was poison to those around him. He was a fickle little bird. One whose loyalties were always in question. He was selfishness and lust all wrapped up into one neat little ivory package. It amused her that she was so dark and he was so light. Who was his mother, certainly not the queen that had birthed her and her sister? He was a prince in rags. He was a poser and she couldn?t help the dark smile the crept over her lips.

Her violet eyes blinked for a moment as she heard him call out. Looking for the next wolf to infect. She looked down at Dom and whispered into his ear. ?Be weary of the alabaster whore.? She warned. Knew his charms, his smile, and his free bird attitude. How many packs had he abandoned? How many hearts had he broken? How many children did he father and abandon. She shook her head and let out a sigh. He would find her one way or another and it was best that she find him before he heard word of her kingdom.

She pulled her behemoth body upright. Her violet coat seemed to glow with the fires of the night. Her violet eyes lingered over his frame. If her eyes could burn him to death they would have. She held her head high, displaying her newly acquired dominance, though still part of her longed for her master?s return. If only she would come back and give her the release she desires. She shook her head of the thoughts and turned to ensure that Dom was following her. Her attention turned back towards her half brother and she growled.

?I wonder. Has your filthy dick brought you to this place? Searching for a few holes to occupy? Maybe one day you can crawl in one and finally die.? Her voice was dark and foreboding. Her violet eyes were locked on her brother. Her tail slashed behind her like some wild thing seeking for a place to bite. She cracked her neck and looked down at him. How many times had they both looked down on her because of her mind?s constant state of disarray? It wasn?t her fault that. That. What had broken her mind again? All she could see were Amber eyes burning in her head. She could never remember anything more then that.

Domovei had found his new hobby, his new reason for living -- following his queen, his master. The journey outside of Lentajin brought some excitement in to break the typical monotony of everyday life. The creature followed Newt without being asked or told. If she didn't want him around, she would tell him, he was sure of it. He would follow her to the ends of the earth, and so he did, trekking with his queen further east. He had no other purpose, and didn't know how to find meaning without the guidance of another.

Soon they journey halted, and he lifted his head to find himself looking up at a stranger. The violet queen whispered to be wary of the male, and he nodded understandingly. Newt began to speak, and he found himself growing even more enraptured by her way of speaking. It was so much more... mystical?... than the way his brother spoke. Every second he spent with her, his respect seemed to grow in degree. The painful wound she had inflicted on him had healed nicely, though left a slight scab, covering a scar that would remain for some time.

In the darkness his eyes would flash dangerously as Newt addressed him. By the way his queen spoke, he was nothing but trouble. As he stood behind her, peering out from behind her massive frame, his lips would curl over his teeth, a silent snarl visible on the male's feminine features. Newt had offered to protect him, and he would return the favor, as much as the small, submissive male could.