Osiris had met evil, and it was not in the form of malice or violence. Cruelty did not determine how malevolent a spirit would be, nor did bloodshed count as marks in the way of a sinister being. The true seat of the baleful resided in that which they lacked. Standing with a dripping maw, blood from a life squelched, Lupus was no more evil than the creature which soars at his side happily, at least to the great wolf who usually kept to the shadows. The malignant beings he had met, had worked under, did not have violence or disdain in their eyes such as this wolf. They had nothing. A black, abysmal emptiness devoid of the basic emotions that tied mortals to one another. The only emotions Osiris can ever recall from the eyes of Oblivion had been curiosity and greed.

Perhaps even more heinous a creature had been the shadow of Oblivion, slicing the rocks of the Emerald Ruins as though they were clay and he a sculptor. Instead of the curiosity that the wolf remembered, the body of dark blades and glowing crimson held nothing. All of their ties with the living had been cut, and what was left was nothing but murderous machines redefining what Osiris had called evil.

Walking in the night's clean snow, the larger hybrid gives the wolf standing alone, crimson painting his face with an ugly light, a sidelong glance. In comparison to the face of his memories, this wolf seemed to only need an attitude readjustment. He holds back a sigh, intending to keep his path straight to just avoid the creature entirely, stopping only when the wolf speaks. His words spill out in a strange fashion, almost as though he were boasting his loneliness. Osiris knew all to well the crippling effects of being lonely, and while he did not have the interest in calling his bluff, suddenly the hybrid had an urge to wipe the misplaced grin from the other's face. There was no pain and sorrow for this one in being alone, and that was unfortunate. Turning to face the wolf in the snow, the hybrid lets out one word in warning, a whisper on the cold air. "Aye." Bounding up on large, agile legs, Osiris leaps several times through the snow in a graceful, arcing gait. His body is propelled directly at the smaller wolf's left side, using his excess weight and size as an advantage. Snapping down at the wolf's head with canine teeth, Osiris aims for an ear, which ever one happened to be closest at the time.

Comadre sails above, watching his bonded curiously.

[ WC: 463; 1/3 ]
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