He sees her yet she does not witness him. Her inky form shimmering in and out as she fluidly moves amongst the rocks of his home. Her fluorescent opal eyes flashing as she explores, her robust frame screaming of maturity as her innocent gazing whispers of youth. Saliva pools within the caverns of his mouth as he finally unwinds his bodice, his muscles warm and limber; a viper at the ready. He wants her, but not in the way of feeding for his tongue does not crave such heady meat, no… he wants something else that she could give him. Yet, she is not alone as a muddy coated lad follows suit, his exuberance grating on the predator’s patience.
With practices grace given to him by countless years of honing he leaps from his vantage point. His landing a soft oomph that echo’s gently throughout the caves. He knows that their ears must perk forward, yet he wastes no time to look, instead he slinks amongst the shadows forward and around until he is behind them. There he waits, pressed upon the ground with hungry eyes as they play, teasing each other and darting deeper into the pits of hell. He knows that soon they would turn around, having had their fill of adventure and it is this that he hopes to dissuade them of. Lifting one massive paw in the air he drags his claws along the surface of the rock. Instantly the screech rings out as a calculating grin appears upon his lips. Waiting one second he guffaws, a low menacing sound to follow behind the still echoing scrape.
The response is as desired as his quarry huddles together, heads swiveling to pinpoint the monster that lurks within the darkness. It is his darkness, his shadows, and he has spent several weeks courting it until it bends to his will. Gracing several larger boulders until he is on top a ledge he angles his bulk so that his eyes will catch the sliver of light filtering from the roof. Here, he stays, his blood pumping within his ears as he waits for them to notice the flashing of them, to know that they are hunted. It does not take long before the girl screams, scrambling back from where he is perched and knocking the boy down. A sinister growl rumbles forth from this throat as he eyes the pair before disappearing from the vicinity, circling around until his body is once again between them and the exit. Now he takes no care to conceal his steps, allowing them to reverberate within the enclosed space. They call out to him, asking him to quit playing games, until they finally begin to plead. Their begging music to his ears as he stalks forward, his belly giving a robust howl of hunger to drive the point home and soon they are running. Each step they take he mirrors, when they pause so does he, until they turn down a corridor that is a dead end…well relatively. A deep chasm ends the path, one that goes on until you cannot hear when a pebble lands.
He waits another minute before appearing before them, eyes bearing into theirs as they stare at him. The girl is huddled into the bulk of the boy, eyes shut with terror as the auburn and ivory menace snarls. Then she snaps, a yelp leaving her maw as she recoils and summersaults over the precipice. Pity. The lad howls his outrage, turning to peer over the edge, his grief palpable and quite delicious. Lunging forward he pins the boy to the edge beneath him, delighting in the utter sorrow that has rendered the boy immobile. Yet he would not remain so for long. Perhaps the boy thought that he would just kill him now and he could join the girl in death. He wouldn’t be so lucky.
”Whimper for me. Call out as you writhe beneath me and know my power.”
He coos into the boy’s ears as he expertly moves the boy’s tail just like he would a bitch in heat. Confusion surely cloud’s the boy’s eyes and oh how the ruby painted beast longed to see the horror as it seeped into his optics yet he was too excited. He dove forth, ripping a mangled scream from the boy as he moved, driving the boy to madness. Minutes upon minutes elicit such beautiful songs from the belly of the lad, punctuated by the groans and laughs of the demon upon his back; every now and then intermixed with howls of pain when saliva glossed daggers pierce his skin to peel back a sliver of skin. He so enjoyed his deserts with a little wine. Yet when the hour hit it’s mark it finds the youth oddly silent. His side moves with breath, yet it seems his mind has checked out. It will not do. Sliding off him he turns him over, exposing his soft underbelly. There he positions himself on top again before placing his paw on his throat in case he thought to struggle. Diving back into the warmth of his depravity he lowers his massive crown to rip a gash over his prey’s eye. The sharp pain of this jerks the boy to consciousness enough for Shiran to finish the deed, delivering his seed and his passions to the youth. It was the horror he decides later as he returns to the mouth of the crags. The resigned horror that enabled him to release a part of him into him.
Falling to the ground he begins to groom himself, removing the scent and sensation of his latest episode from his body until his fur shone with health. He knows not whether the lad lived, only that he left him there after several more…delights.