Nerberus was happily sitting at a table in the middle of the maze, hearing the beautiful heart beat of his master. He had loved her dearly ever since he was born of that maze. He had called her mother ever since, though it did piss her off time to time, he would still call her that. He was always nice to her, but cold to some, only because he didn't know how to deal with them, though for Her, he would be nice and helping to anyone. He was an obidiant dog, though he did not mind.<br/><br/>His human form smiled up at the heart, wishing to see her many forms once more. He had only seen when he was little and more, rude. Nerberus has had many names, though none of them accually stuck with him. The ones that he could commite to memory were Nerberus, Cerberus, and Caihn. Those were they ones the Misstress called him the most. He smiled still, sipping tea of shallow blood mixed with it. His golden blue eyes gazed his reflection and he knew that wasn't him, that was a fake. Did anybody like fakes, did it matter to Her?<br/><br/>Nerberus threw the cup against a wall and screamed loudly, makeing it shudder withing the maze. He of many could do the same, his was just of anger and frustration. His blonde hair remained over his pained face, eyes flashing from the golden blue to the peircing white. His Misstress was awake, so it gave him more peace. But the other's shared her too, he wouldn't want to be jealous, but he was. Calming himself, he sighed, stood straight up this time and ran his hand through his hair, which just fell back over his face. His perfectly shaped face, body, and his manors were all a waist sometimes, but it helped for people.<br/><br/>"Mother... When..." Was all his light husky voice whispered. He stood 6' 2" and already did he seem too small for his true form. It got time to get used to, which they no longer had. His voice was finally settling and so was everything else, which was all help of everyone who helped out. He was thankful, but sometimg was missing from his thankfulness. It was the Misstress, Labyrinth. Did he thank her enough? Yeah, it was to the point where she got sick of it.<br/><br/>Nerberus called out again, stepping around the table and putting his hands in his pockets, looking at the big heart. Red as passion and fire, just like her.