MALIKYE demon - iromar - imprint - mate

"Aithne" His own dark chords taste her name as it settles in his mouth before falling out into the word. Her name sounds like a poison, like a deadly disease that could easily wipeout mankind. It is a strange name for a female to have. The very fact that the name itself sounds so dangerous gives him reason enough to fix her with a perfect adjective; unique. Not once in his lifetime of living has he met such a creature. He almost wants to dissect her, to break open her body and peek into the insides that she may have and see if they look like any of the other beings he has feasted upon. Perhaps not, perhaps her heart isn’t a healthy red like the ones that have fallen into his jaws. Maybe, her heart is a dark color, a deep almost black looking thing that would appear toxic should Malikye ever attempt to feed on her. Maybe her very own blood is black and it is filled with poisons that will end his life.

“Is there a reason to all of this?” He is confused to her question and so for a moment, his ears flick backwards as his eyes grow clouded with an attempt to decipher her meaning. He is what he is; a killer. He didn’t choose to be this way, didn’t choose to feed off of the flesh and innards of his own kind. He didn’t choose to watch his mother be slaughtered or have to fight and kill his own father in order to survive. He chose none of it, this was Malikye and this was just this His saliva has ceased for his hunger has become dormant for now. Years of control has allowed him this power. Tongue slips out once more, cleaning up left over saliva on his face as haunches find their way to the earth’s floor. "I was hungry," his baritones slide out bluntly followed by a casual "you looked delicious." If he could have he would have shrugged.

She is lucky that her life had been hard enough to make her become such a strong female. She was lucky that he wanted to know more about why she was the way she was or else he wouldn’t be acting so casual. None had seen him be this way, this calm before another with a beating heart. None have seen Malikye act as he is acting for it is a rarity that any live to tell the tale. He has become almost impassive, looking on at her tense figure with that feverish hunger hidden beneath those pale irises. Not once in his life has he been in such a state of loss. He is confused, curious and intrigued all in one. Believing truly that he has seen it all on this day. Even before the bloodlust had consumed his soul, when he used to be a normal lusting male, he had never had a moment of such calm. Now, this is not the same calm that can be dubbed as peace. This is different, this a moment when his loud roar becomes a dull hum.

"What do you want, Aithne?" thos husky tones slip past his kissers casually, eyebrow lifting slightly as if her answer is different from the usual, ‘i wish to join the pack’. She is after all, different so perhaps there would be an interesting answer. He allows himself to taste her name once more as it slides from lips before he leans forward an inch or so and inhales. Her perfume is even different from other femmes, it smells of more than just sweetness. She carries with her the scent of sweat, blood, and earth. It is almost like a man’s except not quite. So hard for him to explain it but he inhales once more, holding his breath as her scent reaches him as if testing it for change. Finally, he breathes out, letting it all go.

Malikye was something he had not been since he was a pup
Malikye is fascinated.