DESOLATE. That is a word he would use to describe such a place as this. Wind caresses the plains, tender fingers drifting through the thin grasses with a mother’s love. During the day, this may actually look like a comforting place, inhabited by beauty and kindness. During the day, perhaps the sun shines down upon the brightest green of grasses giving them a slight shine. Perhaps, air smells of fresh rain, cleansed and pure and holy in so many ways. During the day this may look and feel completely different, like this place belongs to a family. It is, however, not daytime. The beast does not roam in that realm of lilies and butterflies. He prefers the darkness, prefers the look of it now; desolate. Shadows stream along the earth floor, seeking out comfort within a surprisingly, untainted pelt. At their invisible touch, he shudders on commands, welcoming the darkness that envelops his very soul.
YES. yes this would do just fine.
SILVER specked crystals scan along the horizon, pupils adjusting to the dead of night. It is quiet here, empty. The silence is another plus. It allows the raging mind to pause in its infertile thoughts long enough for the male to appear more handsome than insane. He is a giant mass against the moonlit skyline, standing at the top of a hill as if to present himself to the world. He did not plan this, for he was not a caring creature of what others thought. He could live lifetime after lifetime alone, roaming the plains and feasting upon those that dare cross his wake. At the mere thought of a feast, icy eyes sparkle, saliva beginning to pool within freshly cleaned jaws. He steps forward, making his form known upon the hill, almost crossing the borders but not right. This has come with age, this patience and calm. Years ago he would have crossed freely, perhaps even taken a bite or two whilst inside and left without so much as a word. He would have left the carcasses as gifts to whoever was the high one here. Now, now Malikye has come merely to present himself like a trophy to this Jaidah If she wants the brother eater within her fold, he would make a fine attribute. If not, well, eyes would close to the horrors he would unleash.
FROM afar he looks like a tower of pure evil, dark energy rolling off of him in waves of testosterone. Hackles constantly raised, thick body bracing itself against the onslaught of the wind of winter. The world was dead, grass nonexistent as the cold drains life. Winter was his favorite season. A chill seeps into his fur and tenderly slides along his vulnerable flesh causing the beast to shudder. Lips curl back in a silent snarl and as if on command, the wind ceases its passionate touches. He tenses, shaking out his thick pelt with a huff as powerful jaws part to release a yawn. Normally, he would wait for hours, even days for the moment he desires to occur but he chooses to ignore his own being and, “Jaidah,” low, husky tones slide from his maw, “enlighten me with your presence.”
HOW did he become such a charmer? Such an enticing, piece of pure seduction? It took time, 10 years to be exact before he could fully reach such sane potential. Don’t be fooled though, he can slip, he can stumble and the whole world would watch as the calm breaks. Sometimes the craze came slowly and he would weave away from others as it consumes him. Other times it would come in an instant, exploding into his soul and causing a rampage to start. For now though, the beast looked quite glorious.
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