Perhaps the female that attempted to lay fang within my pristine pelt would be spared for now. She dare not move forward towards me, towards the younger girl who drive me to ensure that any who dare approach her unwillingly are ripping to shreds and presented as gifts. I do not understand why it is that I wish to destroy for something so small and insignificant, but I cannot argue with it. I can simply bare fang at the intruder, given only to cover my lips once she calms to a state less threatening.
Yet I am pleased when the younger girl came towards me, pleased that her presence was closer. I already know that this girl is mine. She is a possession that is not to be anyone else's. It was different than with Melek, a female who is also mine. This young pup is mine if she desires it or not. I will have her even if she screams. I know this even as my eyes of violet and orange stare at the anxious female ahead of me. She taints me by calling me Heyel once more, a snarl rippling out of my lips in displeasure. I took a step forward, hackles prickling as my muscles tense.
It was then the younger girl spoke, proclaiming the truth in that I am not Heyel, and immediately my head swirling around to look at her. I let my deadly gaze fall into her, taken by the voice of one so small, one who is mine who deserve to consume all the souls she wishes. My face is still hardened like an iron clad rock, naturally intimidating with almost a permanent scowl. My snarls turn into a low purr, tail flicking in my stillness as I let my eyes soak her in, my possession and my female. I almost completely forget the other female was here as the younger one asks...I think she asks who I am. A single ear flicks as I stare at her in silence, my eyes still narrowed as I attempt to piece together what she wants.
I turn my body of excellence so that I face her, moving with a strong presence and a smoothness that many wish they had, my paws taking step by step, inching closer to her as my eyes reflect the craving that I have for my possession. I find that my heart rages within me, my tongue feasting upon my own lips as I lick them in what can only be described as lust. I am the son of Ava, the Goddess of this world who births only perfection. I am crafted to be a creature of desire, a creature that is only perfect. I come in close to her, my muzzle lowering to inhale her sweet scent, breathing in with eyes closing momentarily, before I exhale while biting my lip.
My muzzle aims to barely brush against hers, perhaps only our whiskers will touch, before I then make an attempt to edge in close to her right ear, my low rumble of pleasure apparent.
"Anselm" I said slyly, my voice thick with the accent of Latin. I waste no time as my muzzle raises, my white mouth attempting to reach down. I wish to touch her, to taste her fur with my tongue. I let my tongue release from my cage of deadly teeth, wishing to run my tongue along the top side of her head. It would not be a light and gentle taste, but nothing too hard either. I wish to run my tongue all along the top line of her head, but if she pulls away...well, let us hope she doesn't try such a thing...