If he is indeed bothered by the display of juvenile arrogance presented before him the giant creature offers little indication as his blackened skull lowers to her own and the voice of Ego slithers free of his lips before receding into the darkened recess of his mind. They had argued once, Angel and Demon, argued fiercely within the boy as he had grown and yet it would seem at some point they had grown….accustomed to the other, as if both had found place within his skull, each agreeing to share the body they had been given to wield and yet neither ever seeming to truly master the beast at their command, nor silence the other. It is a silent war, one that consumes his thoughts behind those emerald eyes so shockingly green and yet bright, perfect within the faultless ebony of his face and fine features that truly do not seem to fit the darker of his voices and yet- so much of Elijah simply does not fit. Perfection, it would seem- does not so readily beget perfection in turn. The giggle that erupts from the puppy female before him sees those blackened ears held forward in some wonderment at this sound, as if this lilting is somehow foreign to his ears, an unusual sound and one that sees his russet heckles raise once more- if only slightly, lifting suddenly upward like a flash of bloodied knives- a contrast so stark to the darkness of his features as if he simply has no other response to this innocent sound.

She seats herself before him, his curiosity further intrigued perhaps as he moves to pull away and regard her still. Others do not come here, others do not venture here- they fear him, cower from him, run from him and indeed he is no longer an innocent child desperate for friends, he no longer chases after them in some fractured hope of pity or a chance at play- merely looks upon her as he looks upon all others- with scorn. Her blood is young, heated and indeed some darker part within himself wonders at it’s taste, emerald eyes fixated upon her in a manner unblinking, so very alike…his own sire, a stare so cold and yet it would seem as if another urge overwhelms it, eyes drawn from the seated child as he himself lowers upon his haunches, that mow-hawked male, the epitome of blood and breeding, the most pedigreed of all creatures within this land and yet he hides himself away….so much blood…so many families…..and none will take him for his sires taint upon him. Her words fall silent, one side of his lip quirking upward perhaps in some faded hint of a simper before those words run smoothly from his lips once more.

“Then I will ask you again. Why are you here? This…..this is my area, for me and for him…not for you. If you are not here to see one of us- then leave.”

The words are spoken once more upon a growl, rumbled and rolled within his chest to spill atop his tongue though he offers no further information as to of whom and what he speaks. His head shifts once more, dropped, lowered, eyes suddenly turned away from her in the moments that see the return of that voice.

”Touched our lands Elijah, maybe we should eat it, taste it…punish it.”

It is almost as if he speaks to himself in two different tones, eyes flicking suddenly once more upon the girl, frame lifting again, towering above her, a chuckle of sorts hissed through his lips. His features have….contorted perhaps, lip lifted slightly in some taint of a half snarl or sneer, frame moving…more sharply….edgier with each stride as if he has changed the very way he has walked, that smooth and supply grace lost as he very near encircles the girl, head lowered to her own once as he wraps himself about her and teeth tease at her ear…as if….his personality has changed entirely, snapping at her ear a moment more before he speaks.

”You should run away, little baby girl, run away back to daddy where the monsters can’t find you. This is my land here and your blood sings a song so very sweet to my mind. Maybe a taste hmmm? Just hold still.

He reaches for her ear once more, the movement so soft and smooth and without care, merely seeking to slip the tip between his jaws and bite down in search of that valuable blood that he craves so greatly. The blood of wolf is hotter…richer…stronger then rabbit or deer. Elijah is cruel to him- never allows him to feed and yet how Ego desires it……