All at once, he could feel the unease and self doubt leaving him. As if a dark cloud had been casted away from his form, allowing him to be the wolf he was always meant to. There was a carefree attitude that was desperate to come out. Breaking through his hard exterior like a rock through shattered glass. Gekirin chased after her with increasing speed, feeling his body come down on hers with the force of a freight train. But he did all he could to make sure he didn't hurt her. For she seemed as fragile to him as a butterfly, but equally beautiful. Though he learned that looks could be deceiving, and he wondered what lied behind those dazzling eyes.

The chocolate woman fell beneath his paws, her ears slicked back and her feet pawing at him to get off. He was glad though to see that she wasn't entirely afraid of him. A weird thought which had occurred to him almost instantly. It wasn't something that he was used to, being born of tainted blood and living with those whose minds had been lost. The forgotten prince was sure that misfortune would always follow him, making sure that others knew just how much he should not be trusted. Yet this woman didn't seem to get the memo, her face looking back up at him without the slightest show of concern.

It was then that he lessened his grip, and felt the words leave his lips before he could think. I wish I knew your name, where you came from. What you're thinking at this moment. His voice was deep and filled with passionate wonder. The black behemoth got up from his claimed victory, careful not to squash her further as he allowed her back on to her feet. I'm sorry for not telling you of my name. It's Gekirin, Gekirin Yomenimoakarui. I haven't been here too long, but came here with the Empress. She is too kind and generous. Gekirin watched her further, great interest and wonder showing in his pale yellow gaze.

Another bout of questioning came from within. It couldn't stay behind closed lips any longer. Who are you? Where did you come from? And when could he see her again?