As simply as he had vanished, taken off from Bleeding Souls to lick the wounds inflicted upon him by Hybrid, he had returned; it had been a short hiatus, but time enough for his seething rage to dissipate into what it really was. He wouldn't dare admit it, of course, being the emotionless creature that he was, but it was all pathetic anyway; this place they lived in, the lust and the blood that drained through its very veins into its core, and all the despicable people that lived there. Perhaps it would've been better if he'd stayed away, like his good-for-nothing mother. The bitch had all she wanted, he guessed; maybe she'd gone off to rot in peace.
As simple as all that would have been, it was where that particular demon had been born. Across the sprawling expanses and mountains of Bleeding Souls was nestled Inferni, the place of his birth, the place he would one day storm through and take over. But for now, he had to work on it all. The young man had managed to get scraggly in fur, yet powerful in muscle tone and already was quite tall and overbearing, standing on two feet. For a coyote who was still growing, he was a big fellow. He had long since managed to cut his own mane into a mohawk and to pierce his own ear, and his hardened gaze was perhaps even more malevolent and resentful than it had been prior to the brief departure.
He bore scars from his fight with Gabriel, his fight with Rachias, his fight with Arkham, and his fight with Hybrid, thin and thick alike cutting webs through his cinnamon-dusted grey fur, but it was all without consequence; he glared out at the world, the dark marking her shared with his mother and father alike very evident on his muzzle, now, as he walked forward with one hand holding a blade that he'd found and one shoved into the pocket of his shorts, which now fit him.
And that marked the return of Kaena's most recent corruption.