That darkened hellion allows his jaws to part, muscle bunched and coiled in readiness of his assult upon her, preparing to force from her the submission she will not willingly give. It is simply his way, the demons of his mind commanding that she will accept his leadership or he will feed upon her entrails. He has tasted her blood before, remembers it’s potent sweetness, desires it with hunger and yet….it would seem some part of himself remembers Jaylah still, remembers her fury and her fire, has come to believe of her in…equality to himself for it is not with the intent to kill that his lunge transpires. He merely seeks to ravage her dominance, to demand from her what once he had been to young and small to demand and yet it would seem she does not recognise the towering creature he has become, his features a mask of beautiful, darkened perfection as his frame moves with the merciless grace of one carved in the face of excellence- marred only by a mind so ravaged and broken it comprehends nothing. Perhaps it is him they should pity- for in his world there exists no joy, no love, no laughter- no feeling. He feels only hunger. Exists only to hunt and feed, permitting only those whom yield to his will to follow and feed in his wake and precious few exists- all falling to his jaws in time save for She of Red and White. Mate. Though her name he does not know, does not care to know nor can he truly remember. He knows only that she is there at night, that she warms him, brings him food, obeys him- births his children and in this way he cares not to consume her- for she is of value, some part of his mind perceiving value in ‘Jaylah’ and as such he commands obedience as opposed to blood- for now.
His assault however- does not meet it’s target, teeth instead piercing the hide of a blackened female whom has intercepted his strike, the girl thrown backward as his own paws skid upon the earth, blackened claws piercing the soil as it parts from beneath the knives that adorn his feet in blunted fashion, white fangs exposed once more as the fleshy curtain of his lip pulls back to roar his outrage at this creature whom would dare defy him. Her words are nothing, noise to his ears, a vile screeching that drives him only further to torment as heckles lift upon his spine like sharpened knives and ears lay flat against his skull- tongue hissing from between his lips like a vile serpent as his roar fades to a tortured growl that is contorted within his throat by the scars upon it- ravaged beyond healing. The angered words of Jaylah shatter the momentum of his own snarl, roared at the blackend one whom would defy him and perhaps within this moment his aggression is…soothed. Jaylah is as he….she is angered by the black one and this is pleasing to his mind as those emerald gaze of serpentine chill rest upon her pale form.
This peace however is short-lived as those eys roll back upon the one of black and red. He does not remember her, cannot, for time holds no place within his mind, Tobias untouched and untainted by it’s hold. He cannot perceive her growth from puppy to adult as he cannot perceive that this is noy Jaylah before him- but a distant relative. Lashings of saliva run from his jaws once more, melting upon the soil beneath, drunk by the thirsty earth as if it craves even a single part of the Prince to pull down into the depths of hell beneath as he strikes forward, close and closer now to the dark one- before Jaylah places herself between them, the hunger within his gaze….shifted before his muzzle wrinkles in a snarl, a hissing release of breath before he reaches suddenly forward….warily…guarded……to sniff at this Jaylah more closely before suddenly turning, as if pulled by another force. Avery will live today only because of the white one. Her saving grace from the darkened angel of death as Tobias so suddenly- moves away, pressing back into the shadows, gliding upon graceful limbs to be swallowed into the darkness.
“Still…mine.”
It is all that is uttered upon a growl, a rumble like thunder deep within his chest before he departs back into the darkness from which he has come- yet his promise is assured. He will return for ‘his’ Jaylah and next time he will part Avery in half to do so.
(( We have had some very unexpected visitors show up today who will be staying for the next 5 days at least and I don’t expect to be able to post in that time so I have had Tobi leave as opposed to making you guys wait up to a week for a post from me as I didn’t think that was fair on either of you. He will be back however…he promises ;) ))