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 darkened skies. 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 would indeed indulge in a feast this night. Or perhaps not for a snarl echopes his own. Crystalline portals shift from the skies to the darkness 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. 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, his not too long ago wet fur clinging to his muscles as he stands tall; head raised, ears flattened and his neck arched as he watches the stranger.

There is something though, about her stance as she draws nearer and nearer and it is then that he realizes she is high within the ranks that they carry past the invisible line he refuses to cross. She does not grace him with words and for a moment, he simply takes this quiet time to allow himself to truly look at her. Her dark form is almost unrecognizable within the even darker fog and yet, his oceanic ice shards have locked upon her. Perhaps this was the moment when he shoudl lower his head, perhaps this was the moment he should explain why he so deserved to be within the borders and so deserved to indulge in her every fantasy. In all honesty, he would not do such a thing for the male was one who believed highly in earning what he wanted. Right now, he wanted her.

What made this femme any different from all the other whores he had tempted? She was a fighter, he very stance previously had caused a delightful shiver to run down his spine. She was of high standards, no doubt belonging to another which only made a victory that much sweeter. She was a challenge, a big one and she would be the reason for him to join what he was previously not going to join. He would become a part of Iromar simply so he could be close to this one, for that victory seems so sweet within his mind. He could practically feel her now. Though all types of thoughts ran through the soldier's mind, he remained stoic, simply watching her for what may have seemed like forever. Those cold eyes revealing nothing of the desires that his body craves from her. Instead, he lowers his gaze along with his large cranium in a simple bow before lifting his gaze to meet hers once more.

Now let me tell you. Malikye was no brute. He had never taken one against their will. He simply carried this dangerous allure that caused them to always say yes. Sometimes it took weeks to get them to agree, other times, merely minutes. Malikye was no disgusting male, he was just a great one. "what I wouldn't do to be standing on the other side of this border right now." He states plainly, his smoky baritones sliding past his bloodstained kissers. He wasn't one for flattery, he was more blunt. In that statement he gave her something; control. Now, she would take his words and run with it. For all she knew he could mean that he wanted to join ranks and take over the damned world. Or, she was smart and knew exactly what he meant. "Malikye, and you are?"


"hear my battle cry."