Soon Caligula is no longer in his mind, the white femme catching his attention as she advances, her words falling upon deaf ears. He reclines simply because he knows what he is capable of. He is unafraid and rather controlled as the girl approaches him, Caligula forgotten for the moment, but not fully ignored, he is very much aware of her presence there too. The white girl invaded his space, but he did not yield, did not move to challenge or answer her invasion with his own. Instead he simply stands, ears sliding forward as he lets loose a warning growl, the low rumbling tones thrumming through him as he pushes her back with his own body.

She speaks, and Jumanji finds the blackened hairs of his hackles rising against her compliment. As she looks to Caligula, Jumanji too finds his gaze toward the more dominant female. He takes his opportunity to slake his curiosity, Lurid's distraction giving him enough time to catch her scent and store it away within his mind. He pulls back as she moves her maw to his ear, his dark lips lifting to reveal white fangs as she invades his space yet again. He makes no move however, only giving her warnings. This will have been the first to have escaped waking the dragon. Jaidah having taught him to retain his control, lest he devour the world. She smells delightful, but Jumanji is not yet done with his own game, moving roughly forward to push the female back from him. He stands between Caligula and Lurid, looking between them, though never taking his eyes off the white one for long.

Something about her captured his attention, something had him hung up. It would be a true pity should the world lose that female, but test him, and the world would be plus one den warmer. Jumanji smiled, remembering the hide his mother had come home with for Seren. Finley had been so soft to the touch, and he had no doubt that Lurid would feel the same, living or otherwise.

male :: four years old :: belongs to no one :: none bear his blood :: homeless