QUIET

A day, a whole full day without the castle been blessed with the voice of Esmeralda, or the jingle sound that rings out of her bell beads when she walks or run around.

No mischief has been made nor water touching the face of the plant.

Vimdraolf himself left the castle premises raging, with plans to vent his anger through hunting and destruction of anything he comes in contact with. He has not known peace since the marking, he can feel her slip away. As a reason of the mate bond, her heart beat is connected to his.

He has taken up a vow not help her, even if she dies, better for him.

Vimdraolf catches the scent of three Rogues. One coming from the south, and two from the west. Just what he needed, someone to vent his frustration on, something to take his mind of his dying mate.

The sound of bone snapping filled the air, the forced expression of pain was evidence on Vimdraolf face, even though it was dark, the moonlight was bright enough to show every detail.

Vimdraolf lowered himself to the ground, kneeling down to make the process easier and faster. His neck and shoulder blade jutted, moving forward to rearrange themselves for the beast he is about to become. His ribcage broke open, flesh filling it. His hand and kneel bone stretched, growing him to a horse size. His grey fur with white stripes began to sprout out of his skin, starting from his neck, to his shoulder then his body. A long tail full of grey fur came out from his behind, his dark eyes with serpent slit pupil shown bright. Little by little, his body contoured and morphed into his beast. Standing before the Rogue was the real VIMDRAOLF in all his glory. Vimdraolf raised his face to the sky and gave a howled so loud that the birds run into hiding.

The Rogue who thought sneak attack could take Vimdraolf down knew they've made an atrocious mistake.

Their wolfs looked like pup before Vimdraolf.

Vimdraolf let out a low dangerous growl before charging for the wolf coming from his front. The other two following behind hope they could get a sneak attack on the beast so they follow put.

With the speed of his vampire, he got to the Rogue in a flash biting deep into his neck before the Rogue could even realize Vimdraolf was in front. With the same force, Vimdraolf drag out the flesh leaving blood gushing of of Rogue1 neck, paralysing it on the spot.

A bite to Vimdraolf right hindfoot made him grunt in pain, he looked behind and found a Rogue with his canines buried in his hindfoot. Vimdraolf spin himself so fast throwing Rogue2 away from his leg, He fling the Rogue so hard that it hits his head on the tree. Before the Rogue could get hold of himself again, Vimdraolf ran to it's front climbing on top of him.

Vimdraolf weight was no child's play, there was no way the Rogue could come out of his hold alive. Vimdraolf having gotten possession of the second Rogue, he gave a loud howl directing it to the third Rogue, telling him his fate is just like this two wolves. Immediately he shoved his next down burying his canines into the wolfs neck, enjoying every drop of blood coming out before finally breaking the neck of the Rogue to finish it's life.

The third Rogue took off into the jungle running for it's dear life, not wanting to end up in the same fate like his partners.

Vimdraolf let him run, he waited behind and watch the Rogue fool himself. His plan is to let the Rogue think he had escape death unlike his partners. Vimdraolf was so going to have fun with Rogue3, and promised him a death more painful than his followers.

Vimdraolf still stood on top of the dead wolf, with the blood dripping from his mouth, staining his grey fur. His chest and neck held high, he raised his tail showing his dominance.

The wait was finally over when Vimdraolf began running, his paw one with the earth, heartbeat steady as the water, a trick that only him posses.

He kept running envisioning different ways to make the Rogue beg for it's life. Vimdraolf could not wait to see it breathe it's last breath, as his life flash before eyes before drifting to the neither world.

With super agility, Vimdraolf jumped seven feet high landing right in the front of the Rogue whose eyes says it all.

Vimdraolf wasted no time in doing what he is good at, that is extracting fear from his prey. It makes him feel like a god. He creeps, walking dangerously slow with his gaze solely fixed on his prey.

The third Rogue moved his hindfeet backwards, slowly drifting away, planning his escape route, but Vimdraolf is not so stupid not to know it's plan and wasted no time in biting deep into the Rogue hindfoot the minute it turned back to run away. He pulled the foot away from it's body rendering the Rogue handicap.

A painful cry for help was heard from the Rogue. Vimdraolf used his teeth to grab hold of the flesh on its back pulling it out before spitting it to the ground. Vimdraolf saliva contains a deadly gland when it comes in contact with a werewolves flesh. This gland came from his vampire beast.

Vimdraolf decided he had had enough play and ended the life of the Rogue by snapping it's neck into two.

VIMDRAOLF had rip his clothes off while shifting, meaning he has to return back to the castle in his beast from. So he began his journey.

It started with a banging in Vimdraolf's head, then he began to feel restless. He knew those were not his emotions, but that of his mate.

He added speed to his feet and began running.

Her scent hit him immediately he entered the castle, and he found himself walking to her room. What he found happening gave him bile.