He has her now. Wickedly dark eyes drink in every ounce of her fear, fueling his desire to drive her further into submission. The barest shiver upon her figure signals his hackles to rise from their dormant state and a devilish grin to overcome his face. ”And yet it would still be little to me all the same.” he retorts in those deep chords, a more serious tone overtaking them now.

Another chuckle is breathed onto her as she is herded closer to the rock wall. ”Oh? And you’ve met this devil?” Her time is quickly running out and he grows tired of such talk. It is only when his words dig deep under her skin that she is roused into retaliation; of which he assumed would happen. The small ones were always flighty when cornered like this. His eyes remain trained on her body to ensure that she does not find her escape, although her offering has his attention turning in a different direction.

He pauses in his movement, close enough to her now that his immense head cranes over her petite self, and ponders on her words in silence. His breath parts the very fur upon her head and in this moment it is that he is the most unpredictable. Accept her offer or continue on with his own deed. He had never considered another female as capable enough to carry his offspring; as such is why there currently were none. It is only after a few moments that he speaks up. ”You are small. Too tiny to carry around my blood in your womb. They will surely kill you.” And yet if she dies during the birthing process, it is still possible that the whelps may live. He is willing to take her life right now and so the odds are entirely in his favor either way.

His handsomely sculpted figure begins to move again as coils around her like a snake enwrapping its victim. He eases himself down into a laying position and continues to keep his body curved around her own, head lifted so that he may bare teeth at her, forcing her to lay with him. ”I find comfort in things that you have talked me out of. But you will have my brood. If they kill you then that is your fate.” his words are spoken harshly and yet she has woven her words so perfectly to save her own life. She must remember that. Carnifex never releases a possible victim and on this day Malleah has done the impossible.

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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.