A searing bolt of anticipation ravaged the beasts insides, burning into his empty chest like a red hot branding iron. He had thought this arctic preistes had meant to bite him and to be honest he would have rather welcomed the feeling of those bleached white incisors sinking into his skin-unfortunately this was not what happened. If the merciless gargoyle had been anything like other males her reaction would have probably hurt his pride... This boy however cares not for such petty things. He knows that he is what he is and has never needed the validation of another. In fact this firy shilla's vicious words only seemed to taunt him more, drawing his darkend mind deeper into what he knew would be a most satisfying game... This was no knight in shining armor comming to take a precious maiden off and away. What sat here enveloped in the shade of the darkest of dark was a knave of pure malevolent magnificence. He knew what he wanted he only thought this blessed dove did as well. No matter, she would simply take some convincing. It was always better that way. "So sure?" he purred, then his voice became harsher. Losing all of its previous snake-like charm "You are mistaken. I am in no mood to leave any part of you alone. Why would I? You've made for much to interesting of a time and I havent even tasted you yet..." His dark eyes too had changed. There was no warmth there anymore but only a cold hard-and not so subtle-fixation. He wasnt going to let this devine lady slip so easily away from him.
"Don't break her." The first words the snow angel had uttered in over a week and they were all marred by the unnessacary depth of her irritation. He merely scoffed at the thought. "Why, break such a pretty little thing? That would be such a sin." He laughed. A deep throaty sound that could be both unnerving or vaugly attractive if one had the right set of listeners. Which did she have? It broke the harshness and with it returned his devious shark-like smile. In one effortless motion the wraith heaved his sleek body off the terra easily shaking out his obsidian fur and promptly proceding step closer to the enigmatic stranger. "Why must you tease me so?..." He hadn't failed to notice that purpousful little suductive extra sway of the damsels body. Oh how he reveled in the things he could do with that perfect little svetle frame... It was almost agonizing to stand there and watch the way she moved. That little demoness... Surely she must know what she was doing to the fellow? "Come now, I've made no falsey promises of eternal love nor have I made any other such dubious claims. I'm assuming that a huntress such as yourself wouldn't be taken by all those bullshit stories. Humor me, why then all this...?" It was in a wolfs blood to procreate. Passing on the genes to a newer, stronger generation. He couldn't understand why fools remained ignorant of this fact of life and denied the passing on of new life-at least the pleausre if nothing else... The treacle king patiently waited for her to respond to him willing her to do something remarkably fun...
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