A reverberating growl flows through his body; quieted and yet still present as she lunges away from him with her tail tucked. Shortly thereafter a malicious smile spreads across his features and a chuckle replaces the threatening sound that betrayed his aggression only moments ago. Her words are like ice and he can feel the anxious nature rippling beneath her skin – she may try to play the dominant one but it will never work.

”Now, now… no need to be fearful, love. I just want a taste.” another chuckle follows his words as he speaks in baritone chords. He is no cannibal and yet he lusts for the taste of his quarry’s blood when making a kill; it is something that has afflicted him his entire life. His inky figure begins to stalk toward her like a shadowed behemoth. He is sure that she will dart once more and he must do what is necessary to ensure that it does not happen again.

His voice sounds out to her once again in more soothing tones than before. ”What? You don’t think I’m handsome anymore?” the words serve as distractions as he continues to press into her space toward a rock and the wall of the cavern. ”One little flash of teeth and you go running like a damn doe. Darling, you need to grow a spine.” perhaps it would trigger her into anger and retaliation, but he doubted it due to his sheer size in comparison to her own. Should she get close enough in an attempt to hurt him, it would be a fatal mistake.

A dark mind churns with all of the possibilities and fantasies of this murder. Visions of red wash over his ruby tinted eyes as they are fixated upon her ethereal form. There was something particular about her that he liked and yet it was not quite enough to still the beast within. Such a shame, really, she was such a pretty gal.

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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.