tonight, my head is spinning;
I NEED SOMETHING TO PICK ME UP
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Fathom acted as expected upon his arrival, but he could smell her fear despite her need to show little of it. He knows and this is enough for him. The female he'd injured did not run this time, but Covet was not concerned over that. He was not worried that the two would mess with him. They were standing their ground, but it doesn't not alarm him. They can play a united front all they want, but as of this moment, Covet does not think it'll get worse then that. He isn't even primed for a kill; he's having a spot of fun. She doesn't know it yet, but Fathom is his new favorite plaything. Something to bother whenever he's bored. He'd follow her around now and again... be that nagging shadow she cannot shake.

Covet doesn't even show signs that he registers the growl and raised hackles of the Iromar female. He's not afraid of her; and he will take that dare. Just not now. He has his mind set on the first plaything now, and until he's bored or she's gone, he will not be swayed. So he stares at Fathom, waiting for her to speak, to say something of his words to her. She does not, but the female with her does. One brow twitches upwards as he slides his eyes to her. Of course with the Iromar female speaking then, he gives a snort. He's already claimed the kill, and answering again will not change a thing. And he doesn't give a fuck about 'angels' or 'demons', either. (Had his imprint stuck, it might have mattered.)

He ignores the Iromar female, his eyes intent once more on the female near the one he'd injured. "Trying to cater to my psychopathic sensiblities, are you? Don't be foolish, I was goading her. I'm not deluded. It's not artwork, it's a blooded kill. There's nothing pretty about it." The words were even, dangerous still. He isn't so removed that he doesn't know what's been done or how it looks. But the blood calls, and when it sings he answers it. The weakest link was made his prey and that was the way of the world. Survival of the fittest, and the creature he'd killed was not fit. But Covet doesn't eat the meat, either. He will be labeled cannibal for the fact that he takes the blood, and rips the creature apart to seek it out.

Covet watches them a moment more, eyes shifting to the Iromar female. "They have what they wanted, so they should leave. There's no real reason to stay now that you've gotten your information, is there?" His eyes move from one to the other two. A pause, a smile. "There is little that seperate the angels and demons, if these are who I think they are. The angels might be a necissary evil, but it's still evil. I could lend my paw to them and feed from their kills as payment, but it's still killing. It's still them playing god and deciding who deserves to die. Only kill killers, but most of us kill to survive. The problem being is that they decide what lives matter more then others. Hypocritical bullshit, but at least mine's a biological problem and not a higher than thou attitude." He watches them, waiting for a response. He's oh-so curious what they'll say now.

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AT NIGHT I FEEL LIKE A VAMPIRE
it's not right; i just can't give it up