"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

The heady stench of blood in the air excited her, sending her senses into overdrive as she observed him silently. The slow rising of his hackles assures her that her taunt did not go unnoticed and he cranes his neck slowly so that he may view her with a rather aloof stare. Her eyes do not break from his own, holding his attention without faltering as she stands and parts her way through the brush. His returning growl sends her skin crawling with anticipation and it is now that those demonic little fiends begin their savagery upon her mind, though they are pleased that she has sought out another to prey upon. "Only my favorite kind.." She responds, her tone suggestive and sinful as she breaks the boundaries between the two of them, pressing herself further into his space without hesitation.

He is given to stand from his resting position so that she may not tower over him any longer, his size comparable to her own as he reaches full height before her. There was very little variation between the two in regards to sheer measurement, both were impressive beasts and yet it was more in the way that each carried themselves that showed true bravado.

She does not allow his brazen, lustrous looks to overpass her, but rather dismisses them without a second thought. The pale eyed femme fatale had never imagined that another of the opposite gender would find her attractive in any such form; her beauty given in her strength and dangerous allure rather than curves and a cute face. His crown tilts ever so slightly as he speaks again, his own jest prodding at her to bite back. She does not counter his provocation immediately as she keeping her focus on his willingness to move closer to her, testing her limits in some form. Her skull lifts higher as she accepts his little challenge, the tips of her hackles standing on end in the least bit as her upper lip slips to unsheathe her yellowed knives. "The type that are worth preying upon.. I don't find my pleasure in an easy meal." Their snarls and devilish laughter ring out in a moment of delight in her ill promise, the passing of a shadowed creature from the corner of her eye catching her attention and yet she does not avert her gaze from the others own. It is simply her friends. They have come to feast too.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska