”Handsome, my dear, is an understatement. I believe the right term is ‘godly’.” he chuckles smoothly after speaking, his obvious ego now making its presence known. But with a lady so small, perhaps she needs a big, confident male to fill that void in her life. Too bad his intent is on snuffing it out entirely. He plays a wicked game of desires, something he had picked up from his mother, and the way that the dark femme walks only provokes him further.
He too takes a position near to her, laying himself by the shallow pool as faint rays of sunlight cause his usually obsidian eyes to shine a faint red. Once again he speaks to her in that charismatic voice that is solely his own. ”Darling Malleah… I am Carnifex.” a sly smile slithers upon his features as he enjoys this moment of closeness that they share. Slowly he is snaking his way further into her head, charming her with words and looks while she is oblivious to his dark intent.
That beautiful head of his turns to angle toward the shimmering water as he shifts himself so that his paws now dangle atop the surface, creating ripples that continue across the pool. ”I hate to say it but I believe that your untamed splendor had drawn all of those wolves to your cave.” he offers a bold compliment to try and sway her emotions… or perhaps to spark a laugh. Carnifex thought very highly of himself and although he cannot deny that Malleah is downright gorgeous, he will never admit that she is more attractive than him. Because, really, it’s only the truth.
It is quite the dangerous game that he plays with these lonely ladies when he yearns for the challenge. He has always been so distant when worming his way into their hearts and yet there is always that slight chance that the roles could be reversed so easily; females are makers of witchcraft after all. Who is to say that Malleah will not turn the tables on him, so to speak, and magically forge some emotional bond between the two? It is a thought that nearly makes him cringe away from her and yet he craves the meat that lines her bones. It is the only thing that has him holding on to his charade.
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.