She is entirely as his wretched mind remembers, the fabric of time holding no pull nor touch upon those fractured moments of interwoven memory that flicker rapidly behind the veil of those deadened eyes. He cannot see the change in colour, cannot detect the unique scent that marks her as her own and not the creature from his memory whom he haunted as a child upon the volcanic plains long burned and destroyed. The scent of Jaylah exists within the blood of the girl child now grown, faint and distant though it is, it remains ever still and this only holds focus, this alone draws the savagery and obsessive desire of his mind to revert to a time and place he does not know cannot exist. Time does not exist for those whom cannot perceive it- and she acts as he remembers. Her stance is dominant, demanding, pressing against his own righteous will in her desperate attempts to appear strong- a line she had forever danced upon and one his mind is cautious to accept. She reeks of weakness, her form tainted in the salted hue of a blood most exquisite and perfect in its flavour and yet each movement, each breath, each roar forces his mind to accept she is not yet dead, she clings to her right to live and strikes against him still. Like him, perhaps, strong….maybe. His snarl is met readily with her own as heckles bristle upon each broad back of the creatures as they circle , his own whitened fangs exposed in violent promise of what is surely to come without her yield, her submission. Perhaps she is as he, perhaps she is not for eating though his mind cannot decide upon this in these moments- for she will not submit, she will not accept his dominance and such is the blood of his breeding that such a thing is unacceptable. The demons of his mind screech and roar there disagreement, scraping at the inside of his skull until the pressure drives him forward once more to snap at the female, so small, so slender- so bloodied as instinct and desire combine and twist into a need all-consuming for the one before him. Feed and breed and powerful instincts indeed, mind incapable of separating these desires in this fractured moment of time, he simply craves her, all of her, in every way and his mind will be sated with nothing less as the darkened nightmare of Moladion presses again into her space as is his right with those whom he perceives are beneath him.

She refuses to look away, her gaze firm upon his own as that darkened hellion presses only closer and closer still, the scent of blood and winter an intoxicating need upon him as lashings of saliva run rivulets from his jaws and the fleshy curtain of his lip rises to in something almost akin to a sneer as the winter chill stirs about him once more, his own pelt tainted with the scents of more then one female, of mate….or imprint and perhaps of Fiam too as he draws ever closer. The words that spat suddenly from the lips of the bloodied and yet still standing creature see his own ears slide forward, blackened peaks that prick in response to sound and yet fall rapidly at her voice vibrates against him, another snarl caught within his throat in response to the vile sound of words as they spit and hiss from her lips. He does not understand what she says, cannot perceive a line of conversation based upon the sarcastic wit of her own mind- for sarcasm holds no place for him as her words are answered with little more then a growl, a rumbling hiss within his throat and no else. The words are…distressing to him, the sounds displeasing, blackened claws scraping at the earth once more, pressing yet again into her space with renewed determination.

His form brushes against her own, desire to feed momentarily eclipsed by another need more instinctive, more basal in its primitive roots as the female grows still against him in response to the force of his touch as nature demands. She shifts, adjusts, moves as he has learned a female should in response to his instinctive needs in this moment, teeth extended forward now to taste of her side, mind pulled, fractured once more as the taste of bloodied flesh impresses upon him a final time before the rough touch of his tongue sends her from him with a squeal high-pitched that draws a whine from his own tortured throat. It is a strange sound, a bizarre sound to be pulled from him and yet one nature has designed to encourage her all the more, to bring her back to him, to feel each powerful muscle and toned limb. He is male perfection, designed to be as such, her instinct surely demanding such submission from her now- for nature intends a female seek the best of what is offered and there are none so superior as he steps after her- jaws parting now to seize her scruff more firmly between his teeth. He will only ask so many times.

She quietens beneath him once more, a rumbling warning echoing within the caverns of his chest, demanding her silence, demanding she allow what nature intends- for surely nature is her saviour in these moments, his desire to feed outweighed, this alone sparing her life perhaps even as the blood of her side wets his lips in a satisfying surge of taste that seems to sate him for this moment alone as one foreleg is thrown across her back and spine. She is smaller, weaker, easy to hold- grip loosening for barely a moment as the dark angel seeks to better grasp the female beneath him, before her form suddenly drops- scruff forced from his jaws as claws scrabble now at the earth in the tangle of limbs that ensues her hasty retreat between his hind legs as he forced to release her. Her sudden escape it met with little more then a snarl of frustration, heckles bristling like blackened knives in response to his denied right as ears plaster back against his skull and teeth expose themselves once more, preparing to turn upon her again before she lunges.

He is aged, older then she by far, ten years longer he has ravaged this earth and his agility is not as it was. Perhaps time holds no meaning for he, yet it ravages still, his response slower to dodge her assult and yet so long lived at the jaws of others assures he is well versed in such assults as he pviots in place, a defiant roar spat free of his lips as her teeth connect with all that he offers her- his shoulder, fangs buried deeply into this mass of fur and flesh and yet he offers no care- merely allows deadened eyes to roll upon her as blood runs upon her muzzle and he stands in place. He no longer feels, no longer cares, scarred form oblivious to the bites of others as he merely watches her cling to his flesh, head extended now towards her once more, turned towards her, watching, watching with eyes so vacant, so dead- before his jaws part, twisting suddenly upon her like a viper, ripping his shoulder free of her fangs in an effort to size her muzzle in his own in a move most dominant- the way a father silences a mewling pup or an Alpha holds dominance over and underling, seeking to hold her jaws in his own and command his supremacy in this moment before releasing whatever it is he may have grasped, if anything. Head and tail rise once more- a blackened Angel within the dark, death itself upon this earth as he stands over her once more, pressing against her yet again, shoulder to shoulder, muzzle turned once more into her ruff- testing, teasing, waiting for her to snap as his mind is assured she will.

He is cunning….smarter then so many know, so much more intelligent then they perceive and in the language of body he is unmatched, her pattern predicted, muzzle pressing firmly into the side of her neck once more- waiting for her to attempt to twist away as he has learned she will do- before lunging suddenly after her- teeth attempting to size hold of her ruff once more should she attempt to flee- form prepared to follow now- to deny her the chance to gather her strength again as teeth bite more firmly- harder, head turned almost upon the side to further facilitate his grip upon her neck as teeth threaten to puncture more deeply and one foreleg is again thrown over her shoulders and spine as he waits for the single moment it takes for her to grow still beneath him once more- pressure applied firmly upon her neck now- as if he seeks to hold her forward, pull her forward- refusing her the chance to back out from beneath him or drop her forequarter to the earth as he adjusts his position to be as he needs- waiting for her to grow still for just the single moment he needs…..