Ouroboros Spine Black as the Pit from pole to pole

It was not usual for Sitri to come across others. Having taken to his solitary ways and staying far away. It wasn't as if he wanted to be silent, it was just easier for him. No one could make fun of his words. They could not see the madness that lay dormant, and fiery behind eyes of crimson. He walked silently, his large brutish paws taking up more space, than was necessary. As he walked he reflected on all that had happened, and all that would come.

Tilting his head, he looked about him. Finally, his eyes traced the form of the new leader. He didn't say a word, but he did stop. He stood in quiet study, waiting for her to see him, though he did chuff to alert her to his presence. It wasn't as if he was trying to hide from her, he was just being quiet.