:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::

Teeth sank into flesh, white knives piercing fur and skin to dip into tender, tasty muscle, the demonic creature�s jaws slamming down, locking, as claws braced against the earth, balancing his weight with instinctive ease as his head twisted with savage ferocity, attempting to rip away muscle and skin, attempting to tear open the neck of the male who had so foolishly launched to the defence of the weaker creature he had targeted. Yet in these moments it does not matter, she is forgotten as he snarls, blank, dead eyes unmoving, unblinking even as he aims to rip apart the animal so unlucky to be caught between his jaws. Yet his hold is not good, he had not aimed for the male, fangs misplaced against the thickness of his neck as the other forces his muscle forward, forcing the rabid creature to relinquish his hold, twisting away with another scream of utter outrage, heckles bristling like black knives against the sky as another growl hummed deep and low within the vile, sickening creature. Hungry, so hungry but not for food, no, he does not want flesh, he wants only Aaliyah and they will not allow him to have her, they have taken her into their city of shining lights, taken her to place he cannot follow and it grates against him, burns and slices at his veins as those demons within roar and rage and hiss and drive him onward with unrelenting force. He does not know why he cannot go to her, he does not understand her pregnancy or the results of such a thing for his mind cannot perceive this, just as it cannot perceive self or time, he is trapped within a vortex of his own depraved existence, forever doomed to wander, understanding only that he is missing....something, yet forever unaware of his lack of emotion, of his inability to feel beyond the physical, seeking to feel that gnawing emptiness with the flesh of the foul weakness that runs rampant across this earth.

The male lunges again, teeth aiming to clamp down upon the muzzle of the Demon himself, horrific shriek piercing the air as he twists away, one fang cutting into his cheek, scarlet life seeping from within to run down his muzzle as he is driven some steps back, head shaking, twisting at the burn of pain that has flared across his face, seeming only to drive him further into insanity as those reptilian eyes seek those of his attacker with heckles raised and bloodied fangs exposed, staring, snarling as he moves, circling wide as a shark circles it�s victim, moving around them both, aiming to ensnare both within his motion as the blood from his bitten check spatters into the water at his paws. His eyes remain unmoving, dead, devoid as he circles, deep, violet growls humming from within his chest like a chorus of death. His tongue slips from between his lips, lacing his jaws, licking at blood his own and any drawn from the other male with sensual delight before his features shift abruptly, face contorting into something almost......expressive. It is a mimic, a ploy, his features shifting into those of a another, copying a memory from long ago, for Tobias does not truly exist, he is a shell, a fragment of life given to imitate those he sees to lure victims to himself and now he tries once more, his expression almost...gentle, soft as he pauses, yet his eyes do not change, unmoving, unblinking, dead and staring.

�Aaliyah.�

Just one word, tones deep, rich, smooth like he utters a prayer before his features twist again, another expression, agitation seeping into his form again, frustration evident as he snarls and all forms of softness, anything remotely gentle, is fractured as the true poison of his nature seeps through once more, head tossed and shaken as his claws slash at the wet earth again and the pacing continues, moving around them again, circling them.

�Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.�

Again and again, words rasping between his teeth, repeated and repeated like a broken record, his utter insanity clear in these moments. He cannot explain, he cannot ask them to find the one he wants for he cannot express it, cannot, in any way, make this connection, so he repeats the only words he knows as they relate, anger and frustration increasing as the circle becomes smaller, the blackened nightmare coming closer, preparing to attack again, waiting, waiting for one of them to make a mistake, to show him a weakness and allow him to feed upon the life he will spill....

((Everything�s all good, this isn�t a �real� or �official� fight so there aren�t any set rules and you can take as much or as little or no damage as you want, it really doesn�t matter. He will most likely leave in the next post, he just wanted to try one more time haha))

Demetri x Jaidah | 7 Years| Sire of Elijah & Alyx | Mated to Aaliyah | Stalker of Salem

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