:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::

Are you insane?

She talks, her words burning against his ears, vile, vile words that cause him to shake his head almost violently as he tries to rid his mind of such things, red-tainted saliva flicking free of his jaws as he does so, the female lunging towards him as he spins and spits like a viper, her fangs catching his already mauled shoulder, though the majority of the wound was easily his own work as he continues to circle, reptilian emerald eyes staring, unblinking, unmoving with the true depths of his insanity as he waits, watching, seeking a weakness within the pair, seeking that perfect moment upon which to launch himself once more. He has no self-preservation, no true skill in battle, he merely rips and tears and savages with a rage and fury that overwhelms his opponents. For how do you fight something that simply has one setting? That mauls and tears until he physically cannot anymore? Oblivious to any damage to himself, physical pain only enraging him all the more as he circles about them, fangs exposed and ears laced backwards as he paces like a jungle cat, watching the large one, yes, the large one is hateful and sinful....but the small one is weak and he must destroy weakness, consume it and feed upon it. Why don�t they understand? Why will they not give to him the female he seeks? Where is she? Another snarl ravages the air, his frustration palpable as he spins and turns and rages at them, at himself, at all of them for his inability to perceive even the most basic of things within the range of emotion.

The large one comes again in a rush of growl and water, fangs aiming to cut at Tobias� neck and throat, the demonic creatures head snapping sideways to present the large male within a mouthful of bloodied knives, aiming to savage his outstretched features once more, though indeed he suffers for it himself, the fans of the other piercing his cheek and jaw, bruising flesh and bone before he turns upon him to attack again- and the weak one falls just as Tobias is driven back, forced back by the snapping fangs of the other. Dead eyes simply watch her as she tumbles, bloodied face and shoulder leaking streams of red into the water as his head twists and turns with depraved interest as the large one falls back to hold her, to pull her from the water. He stays where he is, watching, unmoving, unblinking- before he turns to lick at his shoulder, contented growl coiling within his chest at the touch of a blood so hot and freash upon his tongue- even his own, before that tongue licks at his lips and bruised jaw, moving toward them once more, heckles raised and blackened form gliding on silent wings of obsidian destruction towards the prone pair- before he turns abruptly, turning to wander away, to fade back into the darkness of the forest and shadows, his interest within the pair utterly lost when she faints, she fails to scream and reek of fear that drives the demons of his mind forward. The large one is not weak- not food and the one who is has ceased to act as such- dead and of no longer any interest, so he leaves, welcomed back into the embrace of his shadows, trailing blood and disorder as he does, back to search for Aaliyah once more, or indeed, failing that, to murder another for living as he cannot.

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

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