Shivershade

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SEVEN - NONE; HEART - NONE; SOUL - *CASANOVA*

The lovely girl seemed eager at his approach. The moment she turned those odd pair of eyes on him and tapped her tail to the ground Shivershade's steps became more fluid and the hunger in his belly began to gnaw at him. Winter was fast approaching and the desire to mate trumped almost all other hungers as well. She was so tiny and frail looking against the backdrop of the tree, its wide trunk sturdier than she would ever be. Beneath Shivershade she would be reduced to nothing, he thinks, and for some reason the idea seems to drive him insane with wanting. Taking - that is what he does. He takes from others anything that he can get his paws on to. Anything at all, no matter the consequences for them.

A trill giggle emanates from ehr maw and his ears flick back, finding that he did not like her giggling so much. It wasn't as if giggling was a part of his daily routine yet he grins down at her as he imagines, quite vividly, noises coming from her mouth that were not quite so happy. "I am exceptional, sweet girl, yet you must also be to trespass in my home. I am given to being merciful in exchange for things, of course, if you have anything to barter." There is a half jest in his voice as well, in the twinkle in his chocolate eyes that does not quite distract from the hunger Antoinette thinks she can play. If he were a lovesick puppy then she could have him trailing at her heels - but he is Shivershade. In the end all Shivershade would ever care about is himself.

I am far to good for them. Those words make him want to grind his teeth. He wants to flash his eyes at her and bite down on that tiny little neck before claiming her body for his. Too good indeed; for underneath those words he hears what she whispers in her head. Too good for you. If there was one thing that could drive Shivershade to distraction it was another thinking they were better than him. Antoinette played a dangerous game in which she would never, could never, win. Shivershade would always come out the winner and in his wake he would leave devastation behind, a dragon that burned each bridge and slaughtered each innocent for the sake of his own self gain.

"Antoinette, what a fine name. I am Shivershade," he replies smoothly with another false smile, easily playing along despite that dangerous edge to him or the way his muscles line his body in taunt coils. He shuffles closer, glancing about as if he was not intentionally crowding her. "No suitors to bother you and I suspect no home? Perhaps you wish to join my own kingdom then," he says, glancing back at her with a wicked amusement.