Oh, the desperate call for companionship. It has Carnifex's ears swiveling about in the entirely opposite direction of which he had been heading. Perhaps the boy had not been so lucky this past winter and so he was pathetic enough to call any woman to his bed for the time being. That poor bastard.

Needless to say, the oil-black male was interested enough in this call to gather simply for the fact that there would be equally desperate if not naive females whom showed. With a smooth turn of his well muscled body he was soon jogging easily toward the crags where the sound had been emitted from. It was a place he had ventured to recently when he had found the fire-kissed female laying alone. The thought passed through his mind that maybe he should have culled her of her horrible existence. After all, her eye was missing and so was nearly half her fur. Not to mention all of the terrible, ugly scars. Shame.

These thoughts roiled within his head as he headed back toward the rocky mount and soon found that the scents were more potent around the area where he had last been. Red-overlayed eyes fall upon the svelte figure of a dark lady upon the doorstep of a cavern, her voice ending just as he arrived, although the lilting tones still echoed within the tunnels. "My, my what a lovely voice you have. Are these brutes being a bother?" his own tone was deceptively smooth as black eyes look upon her with faux concern. She was beautiful, certainly, but none were exempt from Carnifex's games upon first sight. A slow, easy smile spreads across his muzzle as he looks from her to the two that are within, the size of his figure nearly blocking the light from coming through the entrance.

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I AM AN EIGHT-YEAR OLD EXOTICAN BEAST OF MARVELOUS BLOOD WHO IS FREE OF CHAINS TO ANYWHERE. I POSSESS NO FURY AND HAVE CREATED NO DEMON BROOD... YET. MY MOTHER IS NOIR AND MY MASTERMIND IS FATE.