He had been waiting for her, watching for the moment she broke into his range of sight. This was most pleasing, in all honesty- it was nice and fun to be in the shadows to pounce upon unsuspecting prey. But Eric was no typically regular prey of hers; no, Eric was the very thing her heart and soul both devoured. For while Moladion is a land that holds the art of imprinting, as her white vampire is plain proof of, a long time ago Seline decided it would hold no power over her. Even if the day ever came that she happened to find her imprint, he would be entirely worthless as well as meaningless. The Satanican Queen has her life, her family, her power, and that is all that she needs. She may be a complex creature at the end of the day, but in the grand scheme of things carnal desires and pleasures were the top of her list.

She makes her mark, clipping his hip while moving past him but not without retaliation. And pleasure radiates from her as his sharp fangs catch her pale shoulder, the one not marked in her vivid crimsons. But after that quick slice, the snowy fur there is quickly stained a very similar crimson as the rest of her markings, and her toxic green yellow eyes are alight with a passionate fire and danger. The moment Seline is pivoting to turn and face him, already he is just before her and even barreling his slightly larger frame into her own. Her back white paws threaten to give way to his force as she takes a few steps backwards, both of their front legs entangled in a wild tango. Eric has the upper hand, however, as his intent to wrap his legs around her neck pull through and she is drawn closer to him. Like a crazed fanatic he's snapping his perfect crimson stained white jaws at her ears and neck, placing harsh but lovely love bites here and there and all around. Soon the lopsided crimson mark across part of her face has spread to all around her neck and the backs of her ears. But the Satanican Queen hardly takes such a treatment in silence, or without action on her own part. Oh no. Not once does she give him a moments rest, either, for as much as he aims to subtly maim her so does she to him.

But instead of the sides of his neck and his ears like he goes for on her, Seline aims slender jaws at his own jaw, when the moment is right and he is going for her ears once more. This leaves her with a clear shot, or so she hopes, to where she can grapple her fangs against the plush fur and tender flesh of his neck. She had originally planned to go just for his bottom jaw, but having no intention to actually injure him in the slightest, her aim moves down just a bit to hopefully grab his throat. Instead of the killing force she might apply to another wolf, grumbles of growls are muffled against him as she chews gently though a bit harshly as well against his excess skin there. Venomous eyes are watching ice blue very closely, as their faces are now mere inches a part, and she wonders if he will continue his own assault just as she will continue her own. It is a never ending dance between them, truly, and though it should not be any other way sometimes Seline wonders to herself just how far he will go with her. Just how far he will allow her to go with him. Wicked gleams fill her bright and intense gaze, and never once does her challenge diminish or fade from site. Their children will get their gift when she gets it to them- for now, the Satanican Queen is treating herself, first and most importantly.