He had ever intention to prove his worth. A worth that extended to Anastasia and Anastasia alone. She was the very creature which bound him here, she was the power which she held over the masses, likely to insure his placement within the ranks was secure. His knowledge of her stepping down from Leadership had yet to be found and so, he trudges happily through the lands with a near sureness he could get away with everything, anything. Though this day he had willed himself to seek outside the skirts of his new 'home' and to find a meal. A meal that would be a gift to the woman which he held in high regards if only due to her value towards him. He would win her over, one way or another, be it in friendship, lust or love, all which would allow him to get away with things he would have otherwise not. Now with a child, a fawn, clutched so hard in his jaws he could feel the spine and windpipe crushed and scratch along his canines, he ventures towards the pack's den site with hopes of her presence. Today, he was all about playing the jaded, dark soul who had made the mistake of falling in love.
(This post was last modified: Aug 09, 2013, 05:55 PM by Beelzebub.)