Her.

A prominantly glorious scent slides within the beast's nares. He inhales, sucking in the aroma of the newcomer greedily. Eyes roll into the back of his skull as his face lifts towards the crying clouds. He smirks, his emotions shifting instantly. Only females could do such a thing to the savage. Only females and blood could calm the raging beast. Then again, only females and blood could coo the real monster out, drawing from within the depths of his control. She had come at a most ridiculous time for the male was inexplainable angry with his absent twin. It would be his brother's loss this day for Malikye woudl indeed indulge in a feast this night.

His pelt was drenched, water sticking to his charcoaled strands. Crystalline portals shift from the skies to find her, the carrier of that enticing perfume. He finds her, a few yards away from him and to his unseen delight, moving towards him. He allows his pallete to remain stoic as his hungry eyes slide along her moving figure. She wasn't that much smaller than he and he wasn't complaining. Those slender girls, they were not really as intoxicating. He takes in her strange markings, the fact that black tainted such a snowy coat. Her eyes, as she draws nearer to the beast, are sunlit and he finds himself wanting to look more at them than her very figure. They always came like moths to a flame, unaware of the monster they speak to and approach so blindly. It is always almost too easy and recently, malikye has grown bored. Perhaps thatis why he allows his brother to indulg more. This soldier was getting more and more picky about his choices.

but it had indeed been a while.

He begins to salivate, liquid pooling in gritted jaws as eyes narrow at her sudden pause in movement. He is almost angry with her for coming to a still so far away from him. He has the urge to charge forward, to break through the space and feel their pelts collide. He controls his hunger though and merely lifts a kisser upward to show his distaste. She of course would not know what had upset the unreadable beast. Perhaps she would believe she has only irritated him with her presence. Quite the contrary. If his brother were here, he may be thankful for this girl may have saved the bastard's life. Maloikye is a sight to be seen in this moment, all of his wet fur clinging to his muscles as he stands tall; head raised, ears flattened and his neck arched as he watches the stranger.

“are you lost stranger? Come down surly we can seek shelter someplace and talk. You must be hungry I have a hare stored just off in the distance.” He almost chokes on his own saliva. This halfwit was literally making this too easy. Already, Malikye was growing bored with her. No games, no taunts or hard to gets. This girl was practically inviting him over. Shelter, Talk, that was the furthest thing from his mind. He preferred to be right her, having the storm deafen the noise that could break from her jaws and the rain sheilding them from other's eyes as they dare to watch on. Malikye moves then, his powerful, legs pushing him from the rock he stands on and having him land surprisingly silent upon the ground. His lengthy strides peeling away the distance between them as he pauses a meter or two away. Now he can see more clearly that she is a bit smaller than he. He holds back a snort as his lips curl into a small smirk.

"indeed, i am starving." He states plainly. His low baritones hide the amusement in his lyrics as he glances ahead of her. "lead the way, stranger." The knight believed he was leading the girl into a trap, perhaps, it was the other way around.

"hear my battle cry."