How long would this damsel hold her tongue? Minutes ticked by, animals beginning to grow quiet with anticipation. He remained silent for he knew of what game this was. Battle of the strengths but in reality, words were merely words to the murderer. He cared less who spoke first. He uses this time to benefit his own desires as his cold, crystal orbs slide along her muscled form mercilessly. Any other female would have shy'ed away by now, fearful of the blatant intent within his gaze. Those hungry eyes slide back to her own bright lights, his opinion of her and thoughts altogether locked away behind a mask of simplicity. He was a stoic creature, taught to mask all emotions, especially pain. Showing your feelinsg meant nothing. Besides, allow the girl before him to keep guessing of his reasons for being here. He would not tell if she did not ask. Though then again, if he were here to challenge it is doubtful that he woudl be standing so very calmly and resectfully outisde the border. Instead, Malikye would have stormed right into the lands, demanding a challenge and then tearing throats out until he was satisfied.

Just like he has done before.

It is the scarred knight who speaks first and judging by the sadistic smile upon that pretty little palette she believes she has won the lottery. If she wasn't such an enticing femme with that scent of season clinging to her like filth, he would have left by now, not even speaking a word. But, she was a delictable creature and he would be damned if he didn't at least make an attempt here. Well, Malikye never really made attempts for he had yet to meet one who did not desire him. He was in his prime, older than an adult and younger than a disgusting odl perv. He was muscled, scarred and bloodthirsty. Something about that dangerously handomse grey caused leras to grow weak in the knees. Not this one though, she stood her ground with her next statement. The Lord, obviously he was the alpha that she spoke of. Perhaps if Malikye was the young boy she spoke of he would have rolled his eyes, prancing around like a fool just daring to be killed. But Mal was not mere adolescent. He was fully grown and capable of fighting his own battles, if and when the time came. He says nothing, doesn't bother giving her the satisfaction of hearing a rebuttal. In fact, surprisingly, the expressionless knight merely smirks, lifting his head slightly higher as his cyan gaze looks over her and into the darkness.

It was a challange, but a subtle one at that.

A lord, the thought seemed to agitate him. He had killed his last alpha and that was his very father. Now here he stood at these pathetic borders as if to merely submit and become an omega once more. No, he had heard great things about this Lord and he wished to see if he deserved a warrior like Malikye. His icy shards return to her eyes, his kisser twitching with the desire to snarl. But he conceals it, gaze emotionless as the silence brews for a moment again after he speaks his name. Well hell, he had attempted to be cordial. She finally replies, speaking her name and title, as if he asked for a title. The Grand Marquis, so she was the head female, the mate to this Lord she spoke so highly of. Malikye fought the urge to laugh. Imagine the Lord's face when she was pregnant with Malikye's pups. As he watches her though, he can only guess that won't occurr any season soon. Still, he would play along for within that fire filled gaze of hers resided a small hint of desires. She was after all, in heat. Females in heat could hardly resist a persistent male. Then again, Malikye wasn't so sure she was worthe the bother.

Or maybe he was simply bored.

"Lilith," Her name falls from his kissers like a poisonous vaper, spilling on to the earth in a sudden haste. He is tasting it, feeling teh power hidden behind such an innocent name. Like a lily. Perhaps when they are on different terms, he may even grant her a nickname, sweet lily, with sweet nectar. As his tongue slips out to once more drag hungrily along his bloodied lips, he allows himself a small smile and even more surpisingly he nods at her as if approving her name. "pleasure, Grand Marquis. Is there something you desire of me..." He trails off, controlling a shudder that threatens to form. He could only guess what she was capable of. "to do in order for me to cross into these lands?" Hell knows what he would have to do to get over there. All that mattered was that once he was, if the other females that dwelled within the dark were like this goddess before him.

How he desired to play with the lass a little longer.

"hear my battle cry."