He is content in these moments that follow, nostrils flaring to drink of the night air as adrenaline ad desire simmer and begin to wane within his system, the male satisfied with himself this evening, the demons of his mind grown quiet as instinct and need is met as nature intends it and a moment of peace exists within that darkened forest in which the nightmare is sated and the earth is still in time with his respite. Emerald eyes roll within the darkness of his features, blackened form extended upon the earth as if he desires to stretch each and every muscle and tendon and ligament that has been too long held taught. It is almost as if he relishes this moment, a moment in which the Demon’s of his mind grow quiet and his hunger does not consume him until nothing exists beyond his need for blood and flesh. It is a….relief for his mind, to have even this single moment of clarity though it is sure to be short lived as the white female begins to gather herself once more and her own rage ensues. One ear angles towards her, one emerald eye of reptilian green rolled at the sound of her movement as those deadened optics focus upon her now, unmoving, unblinking, the insanity behind his gaze as clear as the vibrant green itself as he merely stares with the look one holds in those moments of death as if life itself has been ripped from his gaze to stare endlessly upon the flame touched woman- almost as if he dares her to continue her approach toward his recline form.

She is his belonging, his possession, made his own- if only for this night and he will tolerate nothing from her. She is beneath him, as she has always been since his youngest days. He remembers, within that tortured, fractured mind- he remembers a time in which she had been stronger then he atop those volcanic planes as black and empty as he himself had been. She had forced him to bow then, forced him back time and time again until his own strength had risen, his form had grown and he had commanded from she her compliance and submission. Still she had resisted his command, still she had eluded him until this moment in which she had been at last pushed beneath him as he has so long desired. That she is not Jaylah is not understood, he sees only what he believes to be true, mind too far gone, too far ruined to see the truth that exists before him. She holds the scent within her blood, the scent he remembers and as such nothing is given to exist beyond this belief- his mind is blind to the reality he cannot perceive, time does not exist, change does not exist-the world does not grow or move or shift- it exists as he does, within the moment, no past and no future, no ability to perceive what has been or will be or will come. There is nothing but the now and his mind is content in this reality as those deadened eyes rest upon her still in her motion towards him.

Her form is relaxed, lowered, holds not threat and as such he offers no reaction- such language understood by the male whom so readily perceives that which is not spoken allowed. She is ignored, for she has been bred and his stomach does not yet hunger for her flesh, these moments of reprieve extend by his own soothed desires and satisfied needs. She offers no threat and in this moment he offers none in return, content in her presence though for how long his patience for her will remain cannot be said. She draws towards his head, paused above him as a snarl rises within his throat, a single and obvious warning hissed from within that he will not tolerate her presence so close to himself- this single warning offered towards her whitened form as lips fall back upon those bloodied blades and he remains in his reclined position. For she does not concern him, he does not offer her his attention, she is beneath him, nothing to him and he offers her no respect in this- for he has not been made to. The manner in which her frame tightens sees his own tense in that single moment before she strikes- for he has lived so long in this manner, understands so well the movement of muscle and the sharpness of his mind anticipates her action before it is released- though no move is made to dodge her assault as jaws part to seize his own, the creature incapable of dodge from his rested position and as such he makes no effort to do so- allowing her this moment of victory in which she clamps teeth upon him in an effort to hold shut his own jaws.

It is a precarious moment, his own form so suddenly stilled, an instinctive reaction to her grip upon the delicacy of her jaws and for a moment at least it would seem she is victorious, having done as no other since Jaidah had taken her infant son in her jaws and shaken him free of his victim and thrown him aside, standing over him and forcing him to accept his yield. She demands his respect, dares to show dominance over him and perhaps there is a shift, a single shift within the clockwork of his mind that respects this effort, that acknowledges her existence as a being other than one to be abused by his need, a moment in which he is given to consider her equality to himself and yet it exists as barely a moment before his head is suddenly and violently wrenched sideways, her teeth slicing his jaw and muzzle as blood springs to the surface and tears into his skin- muzzle slashed and torn by his own actions before a roar is bellowed free from his newly released muzzle- the sound an echoing, horrific screech that vibrates throughout the forests.

Heckles lift like blackened knives to spear from his ruff and spine, form launched upward as bloodied muzzle flings scarlet droplets to the earth and his frame is upon all four paws once more, standing before her, towering above her, moving towards her- seeking to force her back and away from him with every stride as he advances now upon her, teeth exposed within the darkness. He will not be dominated, will not be made to bow- for he cannot, his mind will not allow it, will not except it as his nose pauses mere inches from her own and the emerald of his eyes meets the fire of her own as he holds himself above her and yet- for this one and single moment he does not attack, his jaws are stayed, silenced and closed though her features linger just before him, her flesh so easily torn and savaged. For this one and single time he does not attack- for the slither of respect she has earned this single time assures the continuation of her life- if only for one more night.

“Do not…..do…..again.”

It is almost a sentence, broken and fractured though it is, words hoarse and thick from lack of use as those vocals slide from his lips upon a snarl and he turns from her, black limbs extended as he moves from her, wandering back towards the shadows and the embrace of the darkness he craves to leave her alone in the silence and cold of the night once more. She has bought a single night and one night only upon which he may allow her to live further- for she had earned a few more beats of her heart for now. Though he will not allow it again.