MALIKYE demon - iromar - imprint - mate

Within the depths of such a cool stream does the dark charcoaled brute lie. His thick pelt cleaned from the freezing waters that dare to slip inbetween hairs and cause a shiver to form now and then. Lip curls back, those oceanic orbs sliding along the waters as he searches for a meal. He was placed on a diet of sorts, neglected by the almighty simply because he wasn’t given a task. Tongue slides out, dragging along surprisingly clean lips as the thought of feeding upon something more… strong occurred to him. Movement within the waters causing ears to perk as body stiffens. His muzzle lowers slowly, just brely breaking the water’s surface as a silver flash foolishly lunged forward. Malikye too lunges forward, head ripping through the liquid as jaws catch a powerful, slimy prey. Before it could possibly slip out of the wraith’s grasp, he lifts his head from the water and throws it on to the pile on the shore. His jaws part, rib cage expanding with each deep breath he took as he fixates those ice shards upon his pile.

It had been a while since he was even in Iromar. The stench of blood and flesh too great for one who had been starving for such. For years he had fed, the time span of such a disturbing task causing his body to finally grow used to it. For years he had looked disgusting, a mangy looking, anorexic dog. It wasn’t until last year that he had begun to fill out to his powerful structure once again. Now, now even though he looked quite well, the beast didn’t feel well. He could live off of other meat easily but it was the blood that sustained him so well. He needed it, desired it and for once in his life he was not allowed to dive into his desires. He was restricted, restricted by the fact that he had the smallest conscious ever. It didn’t matter, it still existed even in a terror such as himself. The very reason he joined a pack was to give himself a meaning for all the killing. At least, if it was required of him, it would be right…right?

The large bear like wolf emerges from the water like a god, liquid falling from his hairs as his cobalts remain fixed upon his lunch. Saliva drips from those powerful, open jaws. As he reaches the pile, he lowers his head to sniff around his prey. The time ou of the water has weakened them if not killed half of them. Malikye feels no need to torcher them for fish cannot scream or cry out for mercy. They just flop around. By far, this was the most boring prey he had ever caught. It wasn’t even that bloody. He snarls, shaking out his thick pelt before lowering his face to the kill and beginning to rip the skin away of one fish in order to gain access to the meaty under parts. He feeds like a monster, biting, ripping, tearing, without taking a breath or stopping for air. He is a machine, a battle tool bred from the kings of true monsters.

And then it hit him.

A familiar perfume hits his nares and for some odd reason, Malikye stops eating and lifts his head, peering into the woodland around him. Ears flick back as tongue slips out once more to clean leftovers from his face. He knows this scent, and it causes mixed things to attack him inwardly. Within the shadows of the trees, he can practically feel her lurking. He dares to take a step, actually thinking about leaving his meal behind simply to lay eyes upon such a strange dame once more. It is then that he realizes what he is doing and with a vicious snarl he wheels around, putting his back to the femme and feasting once more. He would be damned if he let her ruin another one of his days.

ooc: BY THE WAY HE IS A UMM….THAT THING…THIS SEASON…A DUDE THAT CAN DO THINGS WITH NO IMPRINT OR WHATEVER….jus saye. :3