Stomping through the forest wasn't the best way to hunt, but Meiranis really didn't care. He was too furious. Too furious to hunt properly, too furious to fly, too furious to stop and think before he came into a clearing with a familiar incubus sitting on a fallen log, waiting for him. Aridan stood up, folding his arms impatiently. Meiranis paused, then out of anger, punched a fist-sized hole through a nearby birch, to ease his frustrations.<br/><br/>"What??"<br/><br/>Aridan looked displeased, and judging from the pale, pale body of the human he had brought last night laying beside the log, it might have been because of that. "'What' is right." Aridan growled, crossing the space between the two incubi and suddenly raking his claws down Meiranis' jawbone. He roared as he felt the blood trickle. He put a hand to his face, his rage sparking up even more than it had been.<br/><br/>Aridan looked like he could control his temper, he growled, "Your pitiful new pet made mine shriek like a banshee last night, out of pain or misery I will never know! So I took care of her." He glanced back at the body irritatedly, then turned back to Meiranis. "You owe me a new one." Meiranis' eyes sparked, he barked, "You really think these humans come from trees, Aridan? This one is supposed to last me the year, unless some braindead traveler decides to show up, but that won't happen! You and I both know that!"<br/><br/>Aridan leaned closer, looking scary even to the incubus in front of him, "Get. Me. A. New. One." Meiranis grumbled, "Fine, at least let me try her out before you get her. She's been too busy trying to kill me..." He muttered the last part, but Aridan still heard him. He arched a brow, "Kill you?" He tilted his head back and let out a laugh, "You can't even properly control this one!" "Like I said before, she's the first with some fight in her! She'll be a challenge." Aridan's mirth stopped, and he looked serious again, "Bring her to me in a month; until then, enjoy."<br/><br/>Meiranis flew back to the castle, mind swarming with thoughts on how things should go down. "Give her plenty of wounds, then end with it? Perhaps just get it done right away, then torment her..? Ugh, every time I go through these same thoughts, but it always ends the same!" He landed in front of the moat and pushed one of the doors open. He thought he could hear something coming from the dungeon room he shoved her into. He glided silently over the stone floor to the room she was held, and stopped. Music. He pressed his back against the cold, grimy stone beside the door, listening. He hadn't heard music in years, and none so pretty before.