Many females were uncomfortable with a male lingering near their behind, yet it was indeed the way of the wolf. So much could be told by the scents that are secreted by the caverns within. It is a story many do not wish to flaunt or be told, and the rough brute did take in all he could from the chemical aroma of biological books. She was pregnant, this much is certain, and her very words would solidify his guess of who the father was.
He lifted his head back up smugly, sunset eyes watching her reaction carefully with the tinkle of stars cascading in the backdrop. So even a beast such as she is to give in to the whims of one such as Chael? A single brow lifts, the red of his demon mark flashing in the delicate light. The blood that seeps from her crusted wounds was beautiful, and truly she was a sight to behold for her skills of survival and excellent perfumes.
" Yes...Natural instinct...A strong one in the winter, but you are indeed tied by soul and now by blood to Chael," he says with a dark hiss, stepping forth in the snow as she dare cast her sights away upon the pond frozen by winter's kiss. He, however, does not move his eyes from her, instead choosing to go over every little feature of hers in darkened detail. Truly, he could feel for her blight of being tied to one so lowly, so weak of spirit as Chael. Chael did have physical potential, as many do, but his very mindset held him in his position. He pondered, a light flicking deep in his sunset pools. Imprinting was an odd, strange thing, that seemed to affect others in different ways. Unfortunate for her, but possible she is blinded by the potential of her bond.
"Perhaps in your case, you are opposites split into two. As of yet, I do not understand the...mechanics behind the bond. I know in my case...it only makes me stronger. Unfortunate you only find weakness within your bond," he stated, not wishing for her to feel...hindered by the bond. He was only more driven, stronger with each fiber on his being. It was a demonic pleasure to be tied to the soul of one so perfect in every which way. She had felt the same, his Lillith. Does this wretched beast before him only feel weakness from her bond? Can such a bond give strength and take away?
His next comment only made him hold back laughter, which he partially failed as he fangs peeked out in a darkened chuckle. The hairs on his back loosening as he rolled his shoulders once more into a state relaxed. She does not understand their ways, that is for certain. She does not understand the drive for death and destruction of any kind that drives a Demon female.
"Ah, it isn't always the size that matters, but the amount of souls you rip apart with your teeth. And...a woman wants what she wants," he said, assured in his baritone vocals that rumble hearts with their very tones. He didn't need to explain the ways of the Demons too thoroughly to the female, yet it was always an idea most wise to show he was not at all blood and muscle. The comment about the pup did not go over smoothly, but he hardly expected it with the female of rotten flesh. He does not hesitate, does not falter with her aggressive movements towards him. He only matched her bared fangs with his own, bloodied daggers spiked up in natural reaction - a reaction of dominance with his ears flaring forward.
"If she is of a mind worthy, than she will rise. Chael's mind is his own hindrance - and it is in his very being. Something which cannot be changed, thus he serves how he so chooses. If your daughter - if it is indeed a daughter, doesn't piss herself at the sight of a fang than she will not suffer his fate," he said with words and growls seeping from his yellowing teeth. His tongue reached to caress his fangs, sunset eyes illuminated by moonlight locked like fire onto her sapphires. He knew his offer was one more tempting in many ways. The life of a loner is one harsh. He was a Demon Lord most accommodating, willing to give protection to one bonded to Chael. Chael's child belonged in Iromar - numbers were needed in Iromar and each beating heart was crucial. The demonic brute lowered his blacked lips over his white cage.
The look she gave was one more interesting. It is as if he broke into her somewhat, digging past the bloodied flesh of her body, if even just slightly. She was less cold, and perhaps his fire hot gaze had melted away some of that frozen exterior she tried so hard to keep.
"As long as you do not align against us, and do not threaten my pack, you will of course be welcome to see your child," he echoed with the hint of a threat, that cobra venom that dripped from his meaty tongue. He was not one for treachery, and although this female was not in the pack, she was to be considered a friend of the pack...A violation of this friendship, would lead to nothing but her demise. He would see to it - yet he hoped that would not be the case.
"Chael? He is your bond - do as you wish, just remember - just because he is my servitor, does not mean he is free game," he rumbled, a pack possession growing in his voice as he spoke. A bit of a contradictory statement, but truly, what could he tell her to do? It was her bond, her whims with him. As long as Chael didn't end up dead or traveling to the Angel pack, he hardly cared what happened. The shadowed figure took a step back, large paws stepping around the female a few paces before he whipped is head around back towards her.
"And what is it, that I shall call you? I am certain you would not enjoy being called Chael's Imprint," he said playfully. Surely, he cannot go without a name by which to call her.