MALIKYE
demon - iromar - imprint - mate


this beast is so close to him he can feel his heartbeat.

there is a heat as pelts mesh. the demon stirs, listening acutely to the low, menacing growl that the other hiararchy gives out. bodies tense, rigid masses pressing against each other as dominance is learned and submission is forced. malikye remains still, bracing his muscles against the crushing weight of the other as he presses further and further into his own personal space. then, the growl ceases and the touch is lightened. weight is lifted from him, the pressure of holding back his desires for blood almost at its boiling point. he had felt the blood pulse beneath the king's flesh. he had practically heard the delicious liquid course through andrenaline pumped veins. he had salivated, dangerously close to taking a taste, to diving into his own true satisfaction that now ruled over his life. blood. it was key to his survival and surprisingly enough, the survival of others.

there is space between them now though, and malikye breathes. it is now the blood of the others that he smells, that lay upon his pelt. it is intoxicating, and he makes a note to finish it off later and clean himself up. then again, he wears their blood like a trophy of his hunt, he wears their blood like an after dinner snack until he can find another trophy that it. ice crystals, practically white upon such a mismatched pelt look on as the beast seems to feel the same. they can relate then, to the fact that blood was desired. he reaches out, deeply inhaling the aroma of blood upon his pelt like a drug. malikye remains still, watching as tongue slips out from jaws much like his own and comes to land upon his own bloodied cheek. lips lift, a silent snarl forming as he watches greedily as his meal is being taken away. it is one lick though, one simple lick and malikye allows it for there would be more blood where that one came from.

"You returned. Why?" this is true that the demon had come back to this swamp merely weeks after his endeavour. lands were scarce where he had went to after the massacre, he felt a need for more, to be of more value and use. the small portion of right within malikye was practically begging him for a reason for all of this blood shed. it needed solice, relief from the tiny bits of guilt that seemed to plague him. he had quieted it down, until the moment with that pup. "You dared to get close to my Lillith. Why are you here?" snarled words break him from unraveling as he blinks, staring into those brilliant violets. for a moment, he is confused, unsure what it is he speaks upon. he remains silent for a half second before he realizes that before all the craze of the bloodshed that bound he had indeed gotten fairly close to the blood king's truest gem. he remembers her now, remembers the conversation and he withholds a chuckle of idiocy at himself. he is silent, before finally his low, raspy baritones draw forward, "not for her."

he inhales slowly, drawing closer to the other male and listening quitely to the blood within him once more. "do you hear?" listeners perk, blank irises resting on where his very jugular is at. "i came for that; blood." he pulls back, his face stoic as ears flatten and head tilts perhaps a half centimeter. "i cannot deny the lust i crave for females but i can say that your Lilith is of no importance to me. as of late, the only thing that has mattered to me has been the very thing that stains my pelt. i am here to do your dirty work and in return i ask for nothing." his hoarse voice seems to smooth out as he puts it to use. a sickening smile spreading, lips pulling back to reveal bloodstained canines.

"i have come to kill."