THE darkness of the sky seems too dark, if that is possible. the night sky was filled with the thickest of clouds, suffocating the few specks of light that the stars attempt to give to the earth. the moon a mere sliver of light easily snuffed out by the thick fluffs. below he creeps, the darkness is very domain. silence ensues, his massive steps along the earth quiet as he strides. he has been incognito since the taking over of his daughter’s domain. one might feel as if he should have done something, as if he as a father should have stepped up for his daughter. Malikye is not like all other fathers though. in his mind, Jaidah had been foolish to get pregnant in the first place. she set herself up for failure. out of all of his spawn though, Jaidah was the most appreciated for at least he had a chance to train her, to make her who she is today. he would never truly be proud of her, but at she was the best of his kin. Scourge needed some working out to do but Malikye was honestly not in the mood for another training session. training took years, sometimes lifetimes for the beast was a perfectionist and demanded them to be him.

THEY could never be him though.

MALIKYE is one of a kind.

THE beast’s lip curl back, bloodstained pearls flashing in the darkness as he pauses before the bare riverside. he remains in the comforting grasp of the treelike a little while longer, those crystals peering into the darkness to weed out any creatures that do not belong. the wind picks up, gently swirling around his beautifully scarred face. invisible fingers trail along that brutal scar, touching his face like a lost lover. he snarls lightly, shaking out his pelt and just like that the wind ceases to exist. shadows slither from the depths of the world, sliding along his charcoal mass and seeping into his pores from beyond the graves of all. he inhales deeply, taking in the past scents of others that roamed here. no doubt all were sleeping in this night, believing themselves to be safe with their families and what not. disgusting. the soldier didn’t sleep, rested here and there, but didn’t sleep for his nights were consumed with nightmares of his past. no, he preferred to be the nightmare, to cause the fear instead of feel the fear himself.

DEMON, that is what he is.

TONGUE slides out from his powerful jaws, sliding along those lips of his., tasting the once ago meal of a young male from two days ago. the taste is so faint, it leaves him aching inside. he burns, the need to feed almost too great within him. he isn’t even a true cannibal, he kills and feasts upon them out of anger, spite and desire not to satiate his stomach. it is a different type of hunger, one even he could not possibly understand.

PAWS move forward once again, talons digging into Mother Earth’s face with each step. dark frame moved unseen to the waters’ edge, muzzle lowering to allow that treacherous tongue to slide from his maw and lap up the needed liquid. it is in this moment that the wind attempts to seduce him once more only it carries such a surprise that he finds his hackles raising in defense instantly. a frustrated growl slips past his tempting kissers. her scent slithers into his nares and he snorts, trying to brush it off. ears flatten upon massive skull as his muscles flex. his imprint has once again found him. he can feel the instant tug towards her soul, can feel the way his body aches for her and he fights it. for once in his life Malikye does not have control and he detests this she demon for it which is why he walked away the second time they had come across each other’s path.

HE breathes, not bothering to turn around. perhaps if he waits long enough, she will grow bored and leave.