There is very little motive left within him to remain at the scene of this horrific little orgy. No being, living nor dead, could encourage him to change his mind otherwise and he is well on his way through and away from the crowd before a venomously feminine voice is spit at him as he passes.
“Nice is not my forte.“ He turns then, as he had brushed past her, demonic eyes penetrating into the deep emerald of the brazen woman’s own. He wanted nothing more than to drill into her with an assault of abhorrent words cast so vilely in response to her brusque calling out of his own action. But he felt.. frozen. His movement ceased entirely and his gaze fixated entirely upon the grizzled female. He cannot stand the sight of her and her display of impudence; yet he cannot look away all in the same. She contests him and it grinds against his natural instinct to dominate anyone of the female form, but he cannot bring himself to lash out against her because of this.. trickery. This overwhelming feeling that has somehow grasped control of his entire body; he is drawn to her and repulsed all in the same swing. It is a feeling that brings chaotic thoughts within his mind, driving his emotions in every direction and not allowing him to react for moments that have passed so slowly as he is holding her steady gaze.
He simply blinks once, and then twice, before turning away from the red accented vixen and beginning to walk onward in the direction that he had originally intended. She caused things to.. shift within him and he did not understand, part of him did not want to. So he turns from her and is content with remaining on his path away from the gathering of freaks, his deadened gaze never looking back, though he is moving at a casual pace in the instance that she would like to continue keeping in his company.
Irritated is what he already is, from the disturbance they have caused that has awoken him from his restful state, and these angered emotions are battling with the urge to remain with the testy femme. It will surely drive him mad.
tear at the throats of the fathers of deception
eight yrs //
hyperion x fiera //
faline & none