She is an oddity to be sure, to have captured the giant's attention in such a manner. Her quip coming back at him makes his head tilt to the side and you find the action rather hilarious. This normally collected beast being so intrigued by another. Perhaps, she is safe, and you find yourself hopeful for her future. An uncharacteristic smirk crosses his maw, making him seem much more friendly than he truly is. You wonder what has him in such a pleasant mood, but as part of his stash of plants has gone missing, understanding dawns on you. His herbs make him much more sociable, much more tolerant of others. Though, leave him without it, take it from him, or don't let him have enough and you will see what we saw before their conversation began.

Jinx is nothing if not multi-faceted. Two-faced, some would call him, no more loyal to himself than he ever truly could be to anyone else. You know he is loyal to his code, however, to the laws he is often sent to uphold. This is his reason for being in this particular place. To make sure the wolves the other Elders sent here are adhering to their code. Demonic Law is not something to be messed with or altered, and no one would get away with it, not with this beast here. You notice that he shifts his weight, reclining further and relaxing before the girl, such an odd thing for one of his mind to do. But, she asks him a strange question, one he had not expected her to ask. His bright pink, lavender and yellow gaze locks onto her and for one terrifying moment, he rises as if he would pounce on her.

"It does make me a demon...what do you know of such beasts? Have you seen any others?" His deep chocolaty tones rumble at the end of his sentence, his accent deepening as her question about his motives has set him on edge. "Demonic business, miss Jagger. I am sure you wish no part in it." His eyes are sharp, pointed gaze, a clear message to Jagger not to dig any deeper into that subject. You find yourself once again worried, having seen this gaze on his prey, having seen it on his enemies before they are ripped to pieces. You pray that Jagger has not placed herself inadvertently into danger, that maybe her interest to him would save her. His russet trimmed ears pull back, but he tips them forward. His body relaxes once more, and you find yourself letting out a breath you hadn't known you were holding.

Tired no longer touches him, his short fuse having ignited and extinguished now, he simply lays there. His eyes wide open and glowing green in the moonlight. Hunger finds him again, but he does not wish to move. His body is humming now and his head is cloudy, but he finds himself relaxing. He rather likes her company, perhaps the reason he did not attack her for the question she asked. He keeps his ear tilted to her, waiting for more questions, and reminding himself to stay calm and not rip her face off for her innocence.

Demon :: 40 in/200 lbs :: X :: rips no one's heart out :: scorches no one's soul :: haunts no playground