Light breaths puff quietly from between the sharp daggers set into his gums. His alabaster dipped muzzle hangs open just enough to let the air pass through, let the scarce light reflect the lethal teeth. Large, inky paws carry the broad varg through the darkness, talons clacking rhythmically on the cold stone. Though he does not know where he is headed, an eagerness glints in his near orange orbs as he trots down path after path. His wet nose rises often to scent the still, stuffy air in the cave system. Long he wanders in the cavern, his anticipation never waning. But anticipation for what? Not even he, himself, knows. But he will soon enough. Around yet another bend he winds, this time coming up short. A curious sort of frown tugs at his lips and his ambers narrow, glowing all the more.

The crimson and onyx brute has found himself standing at the mouth of a dead end cave. Sure, he should turn back, away from the emptiness. But something has led him here and the curious giddiness twinkling in his pools refuses to be dampened by this dead end. He casts his gaze around, the frowning now having morphed by itself into a devilish grin that he wears so well. At first, it seems that he is alone with the stone walls and the dripping water. But then he spots it; on the wall, not very far up, a color not natural to stone. Upon a closer inspection, without treading a single paw inside the area, it appears to be a sort of bleached cream-like color. The color of bone.

His nares now twitch, as they've forgotten to do this entire time. And that's when he smells it; the scent of another filling this place. His auds hadn't been much help through his maze-like travel-- only picking up sounds muddled by the caves. And so he had ignored his sense of hearing, focusing on only what he saw and smelled and felt. But now he allowed his twin towers-- bloody in color like the whole top half of his body-- to flick forward. He heard the soft clacking of teeth on bone and his grin curved even more. One last check from the nose. Female. Oh, am I interrupting? Sorry, sweet cheeks. The sound seemed to boom through the near silent nook. His lyrics sounded acidic to one's ears. With his words came steps, the stout male treading into the area towards the female. All he could see of her on her ledge was a patch of ebony fur and his gaze trained on it.

He knew not fear, especially to a girl all alone. Little did he know, there was a sweet surprise he was bound to get from this particular bitch.

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((demon))((adult))((heartless))((loner))