The silver Roman woke up with a start, sweat running down his muscular form. He was lying on the grass beside the Creek, hurriedly, Raz lapped up some of the freezing icy water. He had a nightmare, one that was pleasant and unpleasant at the sametime, for he was recalling the one time had had gave in to his urges to one of the pack healers. Afterwards, the healer who he did it with was filled with so much guilt as they vowed to never do something like that, she ran away in the middle of the night and was found in the morning, her guts spilled across stone, eaten by a bear. She knew little fighting skills, and none would have helped against a full grown bear.

This is what you do, his consciousness whispered to him whenever he felt the urges again and the images of the brutal death the healer recieved sprang into his mind. Raziel never gave in again, always forcing himself to move away even if the female pursuing him kept following him. It would do neither of them no good, he didn't even love her and it would be a one night stand, Raz preferred a long and sturdy mateship. He was most certainly not a womanizer, he would never be one.

There was no way he could sleep again, and anyways it was morning, he could see the sun rising by the horizon. After a quick meal, he set off towards the meadow he had met Scarlett sometime ago, wondering almost hopefully if she was there. Things were tight here in the Creek, and he needed to get away from everything. Scar was a good stress reliever, with her gentle, sweet and caring personality.

"Raziel!," a voice called out, a familiar one. He smiled wryly, not facing her before wiping it off his face and turning towards her. A bright friendly gleam in his mysterious green eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her dirty features, a playful smirk creeping up his face. Well, well, well. Looks like the little white princess decided to take a mudbath, eh? his tone was soft and gentle, merely teasing. The Roman trotted towards her, the stream water wetting his snowy paws as it washed against the shore. Speak of the devil, and I was just thinking about you. But, did ya miss me, little lady?, the wolf sank down onto his haunches, his tail wrapping around his paws. She was beautiful, even with all that dirt on her.

It seems you need some washing to do, he commented. Raz's mind wandered back to the dream he had and resisted the urge to back away from Scarlett and run, he wasn't going to do anything to her, they were just friends, absolutely nothing was going to happen. Are you sure you're going to be 'just friends'? His consciousness whispered in his mind. The Roman shook it away, he was just going to enjoy his time with the sweet red eyed lady. Raz smiled, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he rose onto his paws and moved swiftly into the water where he closed the distance between them.

As soon as his flank brushed against her fur, he leaned over and began grooming her, his rough tongue making gentle motions over her dirty fur, moving rhythmically. Normally Raziel didn't do this, groom someone else's fur, btu for some reason, something drove him to do it today. Venus, if you're messing up my mind...I swear... he growled mentally to the goddess of love.

The silver wolf laughed softly, confident as usual as Scarlett licked his chin in a submissive action, Raz's tail was naturally held high, taught by his father to always be the dominant one. However, he was not stupid, knowing to act submissive when his packmates talked to him, after all he was low into her pack hierarchy. It was not in the Angelus Mortis's blood to be a subordinate, but to be a leader, however unlike many of his other siblings, he was fine with acting as a low rank. It was a survival skill after all, a trained assassin needed to blend in. "I did. I happen to think about you too," his heart beat quickened immediately, a gentle smile gracing his features.

Kind.. Kind was not a word to describe the cold hearted, battle hardened silver Roman. He was a killer, a merciless one, he was not kind. I'm not someone you can describe as kind, little lady. I'm a warrior, he smirked now. Thats a nicer word to describe my occupation, a word that describes me more would be a killer. It was his life, there was nothing he could do to change that fact. Nothing at all. And Raziel was not stupid enough to meddle with his destiny, nor the three fates. Who knew what hell they would give him if he tried.

Raz watched, amusement evident in his green eyes as she rolled around in the water like a little pup, her gentle innocence was seemingly the thing that was drawing her towards him. What a pair they made, a dominant warrior, killer, Roman and a gentler, more submissive female. What would his father think? Both his biological dad and adoptive one would not approve if they got together, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon of course, but maybe over the course of time...

Water droplets splattered on his fur as she shook himself, Raz blinked as Scarlett stepped closer to him, her tongue slipping from her muzzle, licking the droplets off his cheek and his nose, sighing as she did so. "I just decided that you need a bath too," she spoke and attempted to push him. But Raziel wasn't that weak, in fact the last time they met, she only managed to push him down because he gave up his defenses. This time, he stood firm and flashed her a wink.

Manliness... he laughed, throwing his head back. Its good to know I still intimidate people, that I haven't lost my touch yet. I don't even know why I was so kind to you, instead of outwardly attacking you immediately. he smirked. Maybe its because you're one of the gentlest, soft hearted females I have ever met. The only female I have ever met thats like you. Back at home, no, back in Rome, everyone in his pack cowered in his presence. The youthful son of the Praetor, already exceeding his father's expectations, finishing their deadly enemy in one swift movement and a fatal bite. Raziel had been taught to walk in a royal manner, the manner of a prince who had faced many battles. Not those kings who were fat and didn't know how to fight, but a strong warrior prince.

"Maybe you aren't as kind as I thought after all," Raziel grinned. I'm not kind, he laughed. Jupiter....is this your approval, or your disapproval? he thought to himself as the wind whistled around them, light rain falling from the heavens. But they were friends, and their pack's weren't rivals as far as he knew. Surely it wasn't illegal to make friends with fellow wolves from other packs, like hell, the Creek was just a temporary resting place and after he was sure Shadow's pups were safe, he was getting the hell outta there. So much more to see in this massive world.

Even if I wanted to soften up, which I don't. he pointed out. I can't, the ways of a leader, assassin, warrior have been driven and hammered so deep into my soul I doubt I would be able to soften up. Unless he wanted to, he'd been known to be kinder, softer, gentler to those he cared about. Did he care about Scarlett, even after meeting her only once? Perhaps he had a kind of protectiveness for her, she seemed so delicate and fragile, innocent and untainted by the bloodshed his home saw. Maybe that was what drove him towards her.

Scarlett licked the deep scar on his shoulder, his fur parted around it, the wound bright and visible despite it being there for a long time already. My biological father happened. I was less than a year old and my mother brought me to meet him, away from my other dad's home. He trained with me, deemed me weak and punished me. Sank his fangs into my shoulder, pinned me onto the ground. Mom told my other dad it was a cougar attack when we got back, he shrugged. Aku was brutal and cruel, but his ways of teaching stuck, many of his battle skills came from him instead of Constantine.

Raziel moved to the bank, shaking his fur out. "Next time we should meet at the foot of the Glacier just outside the border. I know something fun to do.," Oh? Raz raised an eyebrow, a smirk touching his lips. Well, I'll be here if you need me. So if you want to go to the Glacier with me, meet me here and we'll go together. Its not like my pack misses me anyways. he said carelessly.

I was trained to lead my other dad's pack, not my biological one, but I decided not to and left. I don't think I would be able to commit myself to lead my own pack, I prefer traveling around until I have something to stay for. he shrugged. I can lead well, I just don't want to lead, fighting is much easier. Fighting was indeed much easier than leading, leading involved patience and that was one thing Raziel did not have. He didn't have patience, it had always been the wolf's fatal flaw.

I was weak when I was not a year old, and besides in the eyes of my biological father, I'll always be weak. he grinned, it didn't bother him that Aku thought he was weak. Hell, Aku thought everyone except for himself was weak, the strong survive, the weak die, Raziel. I'm training you to be strong so you can survive, but you're still weak and pathetic. Can't see what Constantine sees in you, boy, the words of his father echoed in his head. Raz shrugged them away, he was long gone from Rome.

Alright, I'll be here if you need me. he spoke, moved towards her and kissed her goodbye before turning and leaving, not looking back for he knew it would just tell him to go back to her. But Raziel had duties, and duties came first.