Never enough, indeed..

It seemed these two dark princes, though they may never know it, had more in common with one another than could be immediately supposed.

Devlin watched as the stranger advanced. He stood utterly motionless at first, eyes locked unblinkingly on the distant figure ahead. The rain poured thick and heavy over him; a baptism of unholy anointing which plastered his dark hair to the rippling muscles beneath.

Though he stayed motionless, his posture remained slouched and complacent, his face frozen in a snide look of amusement. Devlin kept his grotesque gaze pinned to the stranger as he moved, and finally he broke his own stillness as the stranger began circling him. Devlin moved, stepping lightly in a tight pivot to match the stranger's circling gait. He kept his tail hanging limply, neither tucked nor raised -- implying that he had not yet decided whether this beast posed an immediate threat.

The smell of blood still clung to the stranger's lips, and Devlin felt his stomach lurch with greedy desire. His own hunting efforts had proven fairly unsuccessful; but such was the life of a loner. His meager diet proved only to keep his senses painfully sharp, his muscles trembling with readiness. He had no weighted carcass in his belly to make him sluggish and complacent -- his cringing, empty stomach only made him ravenous in more ways than one.

Devlin felt his lip twitch with annoyance, but he managed to keep his teeth safely hidden beneath their shroud. Instead, he let his low voice rumble from his chest. "My, my," he breathed. "Won't you introduce yourself before you go on sizing me up like that?" He grinned, teeth finally gleaming free of their dark prisons, and his voice rose to a mocking falsetto. "You set my womanhood all aflame, with bedroom eyes like those.."

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D E V L ! N

MALE - 38" - 120 LBS - LONER