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Azzan chuckled, a somewhat delightfully crazed grin spreading across his face as Ravah approached him. "Yes, Mistress Ravah?" Azzan pured as he pushed her hair out of her face. A tangle caught his eye as he did so, and he quickly attended to it. He didn't leave it or her mane alone until no traces of it could be found. His mistress was beautiful, and he would allow nothing to mar it. He smirked at his accomplishment as he turned to face Ravah once more; after all it was an honor to tend to Mistress Ravah. "How can I be of use?"

"Conversation? What does my Lady wish to speak of?" Azzan used the word 'my' cautiously. Ravah didn't like the idea of anyone possessing her, or being anyone's. She was her own master and the master of others, never to submit to anyone or anything. He used the word in a sense that he was hers, that she would be his one and only master. But he knew all to well that the word 'my' could be interpreted in many ways.

Azzan hoped that by being obedient that she would allow him this honor, but he could not be sure if his deeds had earned him enough favor to make such a statement yet. He would soon feel her wrath if he had thought wrong.

"Would you like to talk of things to come, those you despise, the weather?" They could talk of anything, but he would leave it up to her if she wanted to pick.

The word my had upset her, but apparently not enough to invoke her wrath; for that Azzan was grateful. He relaxed a little, no longer bracing himself for her reaction. He hadn't even realized he had been doing so. He shoved any thought of why he had done so out of his mind instantaneously, discarding it as the fear of upsetting the lovely mare that stood before him.

He tensed a bit once more as Ravah growled the word girlfriend, completely missing the mention of family. It was an odd topic for her to bring up. "I have no girlfriends Mistress, though i have acquaintances that are girls." No matter how he thought to phrase this it always sounded bad in his head. He knew that he was Ravah's and no one else's; he knew that the mares he spoke of were just useless bits of flesh that he spoke to simply to pass the time; but would she think of them as such? "I meet random mares when I am away from you, but they are nothing more than creatures to converse with, my futile attempts to pass the time that creeps ever so slowly." Azzan stepped forward cautiously, gazing into the emerald orbs that held so much power over him. "No one or thing in this world is as great as you, and every second you are away from me feels like torture."

Loyalty... that wasnt all it was. It was untold devotion, unwavering in every aspect. Apparently the words that had seemed to be bad in his head hadnt actually been. He was relieved.

But he began to wonder on the topic of girlfriends once again. Why would she be asking of such things. It wasn't like he would ever think of another mare, Ravah's presence was more than enough for him, but her believing that there was even a chance that he was unfaithful was unsettling. "What trouble do you speak of mistress? It is a blessing to be around you, not a burden."

He pondered for a moment, not wishing for Ravah to be bored for even a moment. "How about some sport? A hunt? The chase would be amusing to say the least; not to mention I'd like to hear something scream..." Anyone that had met him before that day would never had thought those words would ever come from his lips. But it was true, he had begun to long for the few chases he did, the blood of those he killed on his hooves, their screams of pain echoing through the air. He had never killed anything bigger than a fox, but that didn't matter to his ears. Their screams were all the same.

"Then what a pleasure it will be for the both of us..." Azzan grinned maliciously. He could hear them already, the screams of those he had once killed echoing through his unsteady mind. He knew Ravah couldn't hear them, being thoughts and all, so he didn't bother mentioning them. His physical appearance changed in that moment, the way he carried himself, the look in his eyes... In that moment he went from being the devoted pet of the beautiful Ravah, quiet and protective, to being a bloodthirsty creature of darkness. It was almost as though he was a different being all together.

He for a moment forgot that Ravah was next to him as he took a few steps forward. His senses were at their fullest now, and though he could not smell or see the nearby creature he could hear a faint sound of chewing. He had almost set off to hunt without his mistress, a mistake he scolded himself for. "Excuse me for my actions, anticipation is killing me..." He said boldly to Ravah, drawing out the word killing. It wasn't killing him, it wouldn't, but he was ready to cause pain. Every second that passed was a second his prey could use to get away. He turned to Ravah with a slight lowering of his head to show respect. She was still his master after all, and as such it was her right to start the hunt. "A creature eats near by. May we torture it?"

Lukron nibbled on a nut in the woods, completely unknowing of the events to take place or the soquili near by.

His master moved forward, and so did Azzan. He itched to run full out ahead, but he continued to follow his master towards the sound of eating.

Lukron skittered from one tree branch to another until he found another nut. He chuckled to himself as he remembered all the times he had ventured into Kawani villages and had stolen fruit or vegetables from them. It had been so long. He inspected the nut for a moment, decided it was edible, then raced through the tree tops for a nearby spring he could wash it in.

The sound... It came from the trees. Azzan frowned and glared disapprovingly at his hooves which were no match for the tiny claws of climbing creatures. Unless the creature they hunted came to ground the hunt would be over. He growled deep in his throat at this thought before his eyes settled on the form before him.

So small and dainty with glistening wings; yet so filled with power and a lust for pain; so beautiful. Yet he knew it was not his place to ask things of his master. He would not ask her to change her form to fly to the tree tops when the prey was found. He knew she was wiser than he and would lead the hunt well. She would know what to do when the time was right.

Azzan came up beside Ravah, though he kept a few steps back so she would still be in the lead, and nipped the lace around her neck playfully.

Lukron herd footsteps, large ones, ones he knew to be soquili. "Ohhh. Hmm... Maybe they'll have something better to eat that I can steal...." He thought to himself as he changed his course and headed towards (unknowingly to him) his hunters.

Azzan brushed his side against Ravah's accidentally as he payed attention to the change in sounds. A wild grin spread across his face as he leaned to whisper in his master's ear. "Soon, mistress... Soon the fun will begin."

His mistress seemed displeased, something that in turn soured his own mood. The tiny creature had displeased his mistress with it's lack of game, it's lack of intelligence. Any sensible creature would know to run if larger creatures came towards it. He growled at himself, he should have looked for a more capable creature, one that would have given more of a thrill.

As the distance between him and Ravah lengthened he put his thoughts of failure behind him. Something deep inside him longed to run, to hunt, to destroy, and he gave into it whole heartedly. Setting off at a full gallop to catch up to Ravah he let a howl escape his maw, a chilling sound that echoed in the field around them, reverberating off of the trees and into the night.

Lukron paused as he reached the edge of the trees. He leaned over the limb he was on, eying the two soquili that were coming towards him. Something about them didn't feel right. A shudder went through him as the winged one let out a sound, almost like a laugh or a cackle. The winged one started to run. Lukron wouldn't have thought anything of it, except it seemed the two were coming straight for him. He shifted his weight on the branch uncomfortably, debating on running. The male raised his head and a sound that shook Lukron to his core came from him. He panicked, these weren't good soquili. He had herd that sound once before and what he had found when investigating had left his mind scarred. With a soft squeak he turned and ran, recklessly jumping from branch to branch to get away.