He knows she is near, for often she is near, following in the wake of his destruction to consume what he leaves behind or to linger like a shaded ghost and offer her fangs to his own in the taking of prey. Though often they are some miles apart, always….always he knows when she is near and always does she return to his side, or he to her when a kill has been made. The air is thick with blood this night, the darkened creature lured fourth from the shadows of his kingdom in pursuit of the scent that congeals and thickens upon the melting snow, luring the creature fourth as saliva pools in preparation for the meal he is sure to find. Each step falls silent atop the earth, the male of obsidian moving upon darkened wings to glide like liquid black atop the shadows and between the trees on a night as dark as himself, the shades and shadows of his kingdom content to blanket their master, to conceal him, to allow naught but the vile green of his reptilian gaze to puncture the endless black of the night. The scent of blood draws the creature further and further from his confines, this sweetened perfume permeating the air and calling to the demons of his mind as they snap and snarl and gnash their bloodied fangs in frenzied delight at the sound of whimpers that reek of weakness. He will consume them all, one by one, the weak and unworthy, they undeserving of life and indeed those deadened, emotionless eyes are given to fall upon the small male as he limps, leaving bloodied prints atop the snow from paws rubbed raw, his weakened, wounded form having brought she of Red and White.

He remains within the darkness, behind Raw Paws, circling, moving, waiting for she of Red and White to part form her own darkened cover and come forward. She speaks as himself and in turn he understands, she alone permitted in his presence for she alone holds value to his wretched mind. She brings to him food, she hunts beside him and thus there is more, his mind understands only this, cares for little else, will keep she of Red and White until she is no longer of use or grows weak enough to be consumed herself, for such are the laws of nature, the only laws to which Tobias will answer. He is above all others, dominant to all, for none yet have held the power to sway him, to command him, for Death cannot be commanded, it simply acts and indeed this night it lingers in wait for the one of Raw Paws to fall victim to the jaws of his mate.

Reptilian gaze lingers still, deadened eyes unblinking held upon the other as She draws nearer and her jaws snap within the air, testing the other, assessing him, driving him back perhaps and indeed it is in these moments as the nightmarish creature parts from the darkened embrace of the night to slide forward. Heckles raise silently along his spine like waiting knives, ribbons of smoke from heated breath leeching within the air as he comes and the muscle of his form rolls with the power in each stride. He is perfection, he is supreme on this earth, a gift of dark desire and yet his ravaged mind feels only hunger and need and this night the scent of blood lures his thirst. He comes from behind, invisible, save for the emerald of his eyes that glow with violent intent, his advance silent until it is that he stands behind the other, muzzle lowered to the earth to inhale the scent of bloodied paws, jaws parting to scrap his tongue atop the snow and taste of the blood of the other as saliva runs afresh and the snow is licked clean.

It is only then that his head is given to rise, dead eyes falling upon the victim before him as a low growl rises within his chest and he moves to come forward in those same moments as his mate, features expressionless, cold, blank as he merely strides towards his prey, seeking to push him back towards She, seeking to make him run and bleed and allow the vile creature something to chase and maul as lips peel backward to display bloodied fangs and a snarl of violent delight slithers free of his lips, closer and closer he comes…..

So long Iblis has waited to lay eyes upon the Demon of Moladion, it’s truest King and indeed this night it would seem he has been lured from the bowels of the earth to appear in darkened majesty before him, though indeed it would seem the other shall not live to tell the tale, the Black Prince determined to add another to the pile of flesh within his stomach tonight.