THIS is the moment when the mental state shatters.

CRYSTALS scan the crowd, saliva dripping from his kissers and falling to taint the earth. It is the weak and broken that he looks for; either physically, mentally, or emotionally. He hungers, throat constricting against itself, furious with the lack of saturation within it. There is no blood, nor has there been any blood for days. His chest spasms, stomach convulsing under the immense pressure of eating away at itself. Mind rattles inside that massive skull, shaking with craze. His inner self was being ripped apart, piece by piece, causing his patience to grow so very thin. On the outside, he appeared completely normal save the dripping saliva and the strange look within his is cold stare. His massive charcoaled bulk stood out against the bright light of winter dead landscape. Thick coat surprisingly shiny, body rippling with muscle considering his strange diet. He was a machine, a machine that had absolutely no driver.

OCEANIC pools drift along the pathetic forms before him, eye catching on a light colored male for a brief moment as he contemplates the way his death should be handled. But then, out of the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of darkness. A roar shoots through his body, a mind shattering emotion of inexpression. He falls, crashing to the ground from which he previously stood as pain shoot through his entire being. His body is rejecting this, forcing an inner battle to rip him apart. Hunger and…and something else, tears at the inside of him, breaking him apart ever so slowly. Eyes watch on as the massive beast seems to have met his match, convulsing upon the earth and gritting those life taking jaws. His heart pounds, chest expanding as he gasps for air. The world spins, head feeling as if all hell has broken loose within his very being. He snarls, talons digging at the ground as he fights himself, lashing out an invisible killer. It is quite the silent sight, this inner battle that Malikye has with himself.

AND then…nothing..

HE simply stops, lying completely still upon the ground. The fight has been one, a side taking over another side as the pain seems to slide away only to be replaced by something else, something far more sinister and grotesque; possession. He breathes, massive side rising ever so slowly as eyes remain closed from the previous experience. He almost appears dead, ridding this world of a terrible evil. If only that were true. Eyelids peel back in haste, revealing dilated silver specked crystals. He breathes in deeply, straining to gain a mere taste of her aroma. The winds are against him, refusing to allow him such a pleasure and he snorts in distaste, a new hunger growing within him. Lips curl back to reveal his dirty daggers and he rises as if conquering the storm, coming to stand once more against the haze. He turns his cranium, hungry gaze desperate as he searches for her . It takes seconds but to him, it feels like a century. Hackles raise, a snarl ripping from him in aggravation as all stoniness disappears behind a face of possession.

MINE the word rings within his mind and ears flatten against his skull at this new thought. Another snarl rips from him as his eyes come to land upon the dark pelt of a slender femme who stands at the edge of the group. That is far too close for his taste. A rumble that floods the earth like a tsunmi emanates from the monster’s chest and as if she hears him, the girl begins to move towards the lake, away from the group. Upon her chest is a white mark of purity, the backwards idea of tainting when the mark is light upon black. This strikes him as odd but he does not dwell on the idiocy of her markings. The beast moves like a freight train, plowing toward the group. A tidal wave of testosterone and bloodthirst draws closer and closer to the others, moving through and past them like a king to a throne. Long strides have him close enough to inhale her toxic fumes and he does just that, inhales deeply, taking it in and storing it into memory forever.

THERE is no pause, there is no stopping as he moves. He draws behind her, shadow falling over her smaller form like a blanket of protection. His body shudders and then he turns instantly, pressing his massive frame against in a touch of gentleness that never seemed capable of Malikye until now, and faces the crowd, head raised as eyes narrow. There is a friction between them, an underlying electricity that leaves him feeling weak and strong all at the same time. It shoots through him to his core, this brief touch of her flesh, and ignites his very soul. He desires more, all, but something held him back. All thoughts of feasting have dispersed and instead the thought of protecting what was rightfully his was all that mattered.

MINE the thought rings in his head, over, and over, and over…

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