Different is what he does, he has never conformed with the majority of their society, and yet he has made it to the top of their ladder. He upholds their laws and lives their code, with some minor twists and turns in the rules. Darkness writhes within the being before your eyes, and his heart is naught but cinders in the wake of the Hellfires. There is but one saving grace for the rest of society, for these Moladion natives. That mystery lies within the plant he eats, a plant that oddly enough grows naturally through the lands. He is mildly surprised at his discovery of the plant here, though we should be grateful for its existence at all. Without it the brute you see strolling along before you is much more akin to the raging beast, his fangs itching to rip the next throat he spots. No, the male before you would rather keep a relatively sane mindset, for the good of the population.

His gradient gaze searches, looking through the present his ears pivoting to catch the sound of claw against stone, head swinging lazily to look in the direction of the one who approached. She wore a cloak of midnight, as he does, though what separated her from the other black females of this place's general populace was the bright russet mark on her brow. His eyes quickly gain in their sharpness as she approaches him, though she is low. A true Demon, then for even in her eyes there is a recognition of power. He knows he is close, though he is yet unaware that the gang he and the others sent is just to the south of himself. Though, it really wouldn't make much of a difference if he had known where they were, you would still find him rooting about in the freer lands. You begin to wonder why he has not begun his search then.

In Hell, there is a strict hierarchy, a certain protocol to follow for every Demonic member. The Elders are at the head of this, a ruling body of six wolves. Jinx is the youngest member of the assembly, and is thus the lowest ranked, though he hopes for a short duration of such a lowly place. Next in line from the Elders are the Kings – which dearly departed Baphomet had proven himself to be. The list of rankings goes down from there, but, you get the idea. You watch as Jinx gauges the female, taking in her stance and body posture, her tail curling to indicate her status, not that the blackened devil cared of her rank. She spoke, earning a bit of slack from his judgmental gaze. He could recognize her station, though he knew not her name. ”I'm frum Hell, wassit to ya?” His southern drawl was almost imperceptible within his line of speech, but keep the conversation going.

You watch as he turns his body, his posture not once changing into that expected of a dominant male, and indeed you find yourself shocked that he does not flaunt it about. He has no need for displaying, this female has done nothing to provoke such a desire within him as to cause him to throw his weight around. It is not a necessary function as of now, she has already acknowledged her own place, beneath him. There is no true reason to rub her face in it.

Demon :: X :: rips no one's heart out :: scorches no one's soul :: haunts no playground