His stare is most odd. Maybe it is because he doesn't look away. His eyes are fixated on my lovely, luscious form as I toss a still living creature to his feet. Maybe it is his eyes so black. They are unlike other eyes that I have seen. They hold nothing within their gaze, and maybe for the first time in my life I am jealous that I do not have such eyes myself. I am very good at keeping my face exactly how I want it, and yet there is always a fire in copper laced eyes. A fire that always there, always seen, for the color of my own eyes cannot be hidden. Yet, before me stands a boy with eyes so black. A asset to be treasured if one is so determined to keep their true thoughts hidden. Yes, I like his eyes, and for the same reason I hate them. This boy will be a more difficult read, and this will naturally irritate me. Oh well. I must deal with the situation at hand.

He gives me only a perk of his ears with my words. Well, at least I know he is listening. I keep my shining coppers placed well onto his blacks. I let them swirl together in this sea of suffering between us, for at our paws is a life so unworthy. A life that I have destroyed, though it is a time bomb for sure, since I did not immediately kill it. I must admit, I am completely surprised by his answer to me. I do not understand. I do not expect such an answer from...anyone. I, however, keep my cool just as he keeps his. Inside, I am confused but am suddenly brought to some strange...joy. Some strange satisfaction that I would have such power over someone so quickly. I like the way it makes me feel, as my excited adrenaline runs through my veins. I always enjoyed the stuff. It is a drug that I am oh so hooked on. I don't get too excited though. It could be nothing at all. Just a little devious boy playing tricks with me. Let us just see.

I raise a brow at him in a mordacious manner. I hold my copper gaze, my eyes flecked with a brilliant blue if he dares look for them. I feel the tug of a small grin come across my face. I want him to know that I am amused, and thus I allow it on my succulent lips. it isn't just any grin though. My grin is like a knife in the shadows, if you keep poking around you are bound to get cut. I hold this for a moment, this stare and this grin, as I assess his black eyes and stale face. He holds it just like I do. I feels strangely familiar. I cannot put my paw on it, but I like it. I do not realize immediately that he was once apart of me, that one took his place. I do not think I wish to realize these things. It would only anger me knowing that fate cursed me with an idiot after gracing me with one that reminds me of myself. No, that was just be cruel, but fate is not a kind creature.

After our moment of silence and locked gazes, I slowly point my silky black muzzle downwards, looking upon the creature who struggles to breath. I tilt my head slightly, allowing my grin of pleasure to widen a moment as I take in the form of suffering below. What can I say? Suffering gets me off. His words, they made me very curious, and I find myself wanting to know more. He would do whatever I like, apparently, but I just wish to bring more suffering. I am not specific on this. I just wish it to be. I sigh slightly into a soft laugh, letting my sweet voice fill the air around us as the sun beams the last sunlight of the evening upon us.

"I do not believe it has suffered enough, do you? Surely, you can do better than this, hm?"

I allow my silver paw to grace the pelt of the dying hare below. I cross over it gently, from head to tail, curving back to the legs that I had already broken. I then suddenly pushed down forcefully, crushing the already broken legs once more, hearing the cries of the creature once again, pouring into my ears in a sick melody that I so enjoy. I lift my paw up, placing it back where it belongs by my side as I lift my eyes back to his. I blink, surprisingly feminine for my rather...large and imposing form. This is all up to him now. I will see how he thinks, how he reacts to what I wish, what I like. I want to see his creativity...or lack there of. Hell, he may even surprise me again and do something completely out of the blue. I can't tell with those black eyes...