The leviathan roams southeast, carrying with him the bittersweet burden of being required to return when he was done. An outlier at heart, Vaati had been the most content he had ever truly been when he simply travelled, moving on from place to place without ever having to face reprecautions. Of course, he had returned for a reason -- being without focus had become stale and he knew that. But yet, the man had been free to kill as he liked. He could not do so now without running the risk of war, for if he was to wreak havoc on the scale he had done before, there would be a price to pay. Irked him, drove him mad in silence as he lived without the adrenaline rush of inflicting pain and prolonging the suffering of others at his own claw, at his own discretion. Neither could he deny that there was a whispering voice within, beckoning him closer to tell him things his subconscious wanted to hear. It relayed to him that picking up old ways would be of no consequence to anyone, if he played his cards right. Vaati almost begins to listen. 

Trudging on into no-mans land, he does not expect to encounter anyone. His coat blends well enough into the landscape if one does not look too closely, otherwise, the clash of his scars indicate that something dangerous looms on the horizon.

Before he is able to stop himself, halt in his steps and retreat in the opposite direction does the woman marked for damnation catch his eye. The scent and witness of another’s flesh floods his senses, and before he is able to stop himself, he feels his mind begin to slowly sink like quicksand. And he accepts it's warm embrace, falling into a deep slumber that gave rise to a much more barbaric subconscious. Awakened rose a creature capable of more damage than Vaati alone could muster, something born of utter sin in the complete absence of light. It is him to a degree, but comprised also of an unknown entity that is as inherently evil as it is primal. Perhaps it is simply him, giving himself an excuse to conduct behaviour he could not justify in the daytime, but it is malicious in intent nonetheless.

She looks to him with such disgust, it amuses him. So quickly she had judged, gazed upon him with overwhelming scorn that he cannot help but to release a hiss of levity -- her assessment of him does not even scratch the surface.

Pale eyes gleam radiant under the glare of the moon, pointed downward upon her with an unknown gaze of both tranquillity and venom. “Come closer.” He commands of her; remaining in his place though his thunderous voice radiates outwards to reach the internal catacombs of her thought, a hypnotizing croon summoning her soul into the void of eternal darkness. Truly, that’s what it was -- her future was solidified and locked away in the chains of fate from the moment she had made the error of calling his attention. With a devilish grin does his tongue run over the points of his canines that had claimed the lives of many before, beginning to gather the metallic recollection of blood on his palette.