"A pulsating red…" — Zeleskiaz said while his hues enhanced the particular red colour in its centre. Moving away from the mirror to dress once again and quickly fell back on the lady's balcony, feeling in his body how the unknown thirst he felt for the first time after meeting her resurfaced anew... This time aware that it was not blood that it sought but love some flesh he never had enough taste.
"Cursed beast…" — He grumbled, troubled by the heat. — "Even as you throw me and push me into indulging in such pleasures I greatly desire… I'll fight it all for our sake."
As childish an opposition as this could be, the prince growled with despise at this deity provoking him, our friend Fenrir, who against a young descendant of his friend's blood became vastly wicked. Hence, the beast laughed gruesomely in entertainment at the hazards the prince would meet again at its taunt…
— khkh…grr… hope he fails… that eye can't see Calla's… yet if it hears… grahah… —
