MALiKYE
The demon is silent this day, breeze slithering its way through his wet pelt before sliding along his flesh and causing him to shudder. He detests such a feeling as a shudder, its weak movement of his own body and for that reason the beast snarls silently, flashing the creators of the wind his pearly daggers. Icy shards lift to her as she replies to him, offering him a compliment even and he simply stares, kissers twitching to almost snarl at her as well. His face grows hooded, as if a shadow has passed over it. Within him, a war rages on as it had before. Eyes dart to her jugular before he blinks, the shadow passing as his gaze flits to her eyes just in time to receive a wink. His ears perk, eyes narrowing as head lifts slightly. "What if I did?" comes his low, smooth reply. A hot date, that is something the beast will never have. The mere thought of being anywhere close to another being and not eating him almost causes him to gag. Their flesh would be too close to his own and he wouldn’t be able to contain himself from taking what he desired, which isn’t sex.
Then Aithne draws near and the vampire freezes.
He is extremely aware of her warmth, the way her emeralds seem to shine. The beast isn’t used to this though and he tenses, hackles raising as lips curl back to reveal his kissers. He is silent, and doesn’t dare to move away though. Something courses through him, excitement and he almost fears for the newly ambitious female before him. He inhales, allowing her perfume to flow through his nose. He then holds his breath, refusing to allow the aroma of her flesh and blood to pierce through him and cause him to break. She finally moves away and he releases his pent up breath in a low, irritated growl. The demon swivels, watching her dive under the water and grant him with a moment of composure. Talons dig into the earth, pushing body forward towards the brush as if he is to leave. His oceanic pools fixate upon the trees, body pausing just outside of them. She had gotten too close, and she was not prey. She was branded with the scent of Iromar…and branded by something else.
Malikye himself.
It is not the ridiculous imprint bull that everyone dreams of. In fact, he isn’t even sure what it is. Not love, that is preposterous. No, she was just his. The lucky girl that had escaped the beasts clutches was now so very unlucky. He snarls at himself, swiping at the ground and letting his claws tear at Mother Earth’s bosom. Just as the beast turns to face the water, the damsel explodes from the surface. As she circles in the water, he composes himself, face becoming a clouded mask as lower half lowers to the ground. His eyes narrow as he watches her bathe, those crystals not as cold as they once were but the shift is slight, almost unnoticeable. She rises from the waters, liquid dripping from her until she explodes into a shake. She asks a parade of questions and he flicks his ears back, wrinkling his nose at her as he lifts his head to gaze down at her curiosity. "I am to kill a Diveen." As for his rank? He would keep that to himself until further notice. "Rumors have spread of a Diveen killing one of the heirs."
He arches a brow, allowing something to occur that has never occurred before. His lips curl back into a wicked smile. "Don’t worry, I won’t eat them." he pauses as his low remark settles in her ears and then, "I wouldn’t dare poison my innards with such flesh."
"hear the demon creep"
IROMAR male . casanova . demon . |
