"Baby. He's just a baby. But a boy, nowhere near worthy of being called a man...", the man with the skin almost the color of ash thought to himself, as his raging grey eyes pierced into the wheat field of his newly acquired fascination. Eyes like nimbostratus clouds that were forever ready to blanket the world in a torrent of never ending rain. His eyes seemed to tell the tale of him, merciless, hateful, filled with rage...filled with love, anguish, and the desire for more. He was many things, a hero, a murderer, a hate-driven conqueror of things thought to be impossible to conquer by man. Yet at the moment his own confidence was beginning to fail him, as he stalked the young man he had given him such allure. Rubbing lengthy fingers thru the mess of coal colored hair, the former hero thought to himself, "He's not ready. But what do I mean? Had I not been the slayer of many men by such an age. He just needs guidance..."

It was moments like this where Howl could tell that the one he watched was mentally weaker than himself at fourteen which seemed like a lifetime ago. But that wasn't saying much, as Achilles had been born with a fate, a fixed reason to grow up as fast as he could. To be the greatest warrior that the world had ever seen. And no one could complain as he lived up to his fate, yet that wasn't the end of the story, yet it was the end of the story being dictated by others. Placing his thin fingers into the pockets of his cloak, as he began to walk towards the child whom sat on a lonesome bench attempting to mask his sorrows for the thing that he had...misplaced. As he calmly began to stride thru the park, fellow pedestrians moved around him as if he were the nucleus of the park. No one wanted to bump him as his aura exuded that he wasn't the person for such a negative altercation to be spurned.

Nonetheless as he walked, he thought about the events that had led him to this park. He, himself had been hunting as well, though his desire to be nourished didn't come from capturing criminals, but relieving them of their fleshy parts. A man of humanity, Achilles would allow now alien suppressor to poison. Thus his particular sweet tooth had gotten to him, as he chased down the creature thru a dark and secluded alley, as the golden and bone made spear materialized in his hand, as he threw it up to face height, prepared to launch it thru the body of the fleeing predator who had now just became prey. The cowardice of the running convict only made Achilles more angry as his eyes furrowed and he sped up, determined to see the twisted face made by the scum of humanity when the spear found its home into his spleen and pierced him against the brick walls around them.

A carnivorous grin spread across Howl's face, as the heavy breathing thing tripped over its feet, before  scrambling back up as it rounded a corner to destiny. As the hunter rounded it shortly after the assailant, he peered left before right, and it was there that he had found himself entranced for a short moment. Piercing dark eyes fell upon a rather massive sized wolf, as the wolves eyes fell upon him all the same. Beneath the infant of Fenrir was a man who bore no form of injury. Why didn't the wolf eat? Why was their restraint? Why was he alone? The behavior of the beast didn't make sense, and as the son of Fenrir, Achilles knew what made sense with this type of animal. For what seemed like an endless moment, the pair kept their eyes locked on each other as the warrior bore the fangs of his curse. Hesitation. Yet after a moment, the beast scampered away from him, leaving Achilles in the alley alone with the criminal, whom he soon devoured.

However that wasn't the last time his eyes would fall on the wolf, as they had met again, but this time more hastily and skittish than before. Yet this time he followed, lurking and slinking thru the shadows before ending up at the home of the child who was before him. It was then that Howl kept watch on the youngling, keeping his scent lingering just outside of his window so Black Fang couldn't resist but to give him chase. There was something in the kid, something that had yet to be tapped into, and Black Fang would help him yield it. So as he strode in the park, the man lazily flopped on the bench beside Leonel as he mused, "I bet you wonder where he has gone, why he has gone, and why he has chosen me over you, his master. But the real question you cling to, is why the desire for me anyway? What have I done for him more exceptionally than yourself? I've provided no food, no shelter, no love...yet you are a second option. Tell me...why does he think you...weak?"

Everything was a test, there was always test, yet while he berated the young man he looked up at a nearby tree, flopping his arms at full length on the back of the bench, the golden ring on his middle finger shimmering as the Sun caught it, the face of the world embroidered beautifully across its circumference. He could make Leo great, he thought to himself, but no one escaped without test. As he stared off into the trees he continued, "Allow me to say this once, and once only. If you wish to sulk and be pitiful like a child, I will treat you as such. But if you wish to be brave, strong, and in control, then I can show you how. But your weakness, I cannot accept..." As his voice trailed off, he grinned slightly, the elongated canine's showing lightly as he waited for Leo to display his character.