MALIKYE demon - iromar - imprint - mate


screams of pain can be heard, though the woodland seems to silence it all.

the screams ricochet off of the trees, bouncing back into pleased ears and filling his body with hunger. no eating yet, not yet. the little bastard had made malikye actually try, had made this hunt take longer than nessecary. therefor, malikye would make this death slower than most. sharp daggers peel away skin, massive paw pressed down upon the foxe's face and holding it in place. the thing had tried to claw desperately at the demon's leg, only to anger the male and cause him to hastily snap the weak bones within it legs. he was forced to hurry, forced to quicken his torture for the fox had attempted to fight back. the fox kept coming in and out of conciousness, unable to handle the pain malikye kept inflicting over and over again. each time when he arose from his peacful escape within its own mind, it would reawaken, screaming in pain as it realized that the nightmare was a reality. it shouldn't have ran, shouldn't have fought back and malikye would have given it a quick, painless death.

after all, he was a fair male.

the fox was practically skinned fully now, and malikye was growing bored with it's silence. it had passed out yet again, this time, not awakening as quickly as the previous times. a deep sigh is heard and he lowers his powerful jaws to the fox's throat, twisted violently as it snaps and life is once more taken. he growls, as if annoyed with the short display of pain, the sound reverberates through his chest, flooding out of snarling lips as he shakes his head slightly. he stares at his creation for a moment, as if admiring his actions. those crystalline pools scanning the skinned fox ravenously, as if it were a female in heat. then, the beast lowers his head and begins to devour his meal. he is no fool, he feels the eyes that follow his actions, his movements. the hunger has consumed him though, and he ignores the other who dares disturb his meal.

in about ten minutes, he his tongue slides out from his kissers, licking the bones casually as if he had just dined in a fine resturant. not to his surprise, the eyes were still upon him. ears flatten, attention now finally being drawn from the carcass as head lifts. he inhales deeply, gaze narrowing; male. hackles lift, bloodied talons digging into mother earth's bosom, "shows over" hoarse, raspy baritones slide from his bloodied maw, stained palette turning to the side as he glances into the shadows of the woodlands.