:::not here for my _{confessionals:::}

Malignus thought he hid his hunger surprisingly well. He kept his eyes politely downcast, only looking at the face of the alabaster princess every few moments so as not to pressurize her into accepting his presence. He also wondered how she scented anything on him out of the ordinary. His testosterone was not yet up, and the last female he had taken had been a few days prior – their coupling too swift to leave any lingering odor. Be that as it may, it was soon very clear to him that the female smelt a rat, for her visage had twisted into something less than appealing and he wondered then if he had chosen wrong. After all, a female did have to have a certain allure in order for the cur to grow excited enough to react, and the way the girl watched him with eyes so empty and impassive made him think that she wasn't as pretty as he had first imagined her to be.

Still, beggars couldn't be choosers and he pinned his ears back, face and tail falling at her words. He pulled off the hangdog look rather admirably, and his expression of genuine hurt would have made the strongest sway. Still, the ghost had spoken without much emotion, and he didn't take her to be the caring type he initially hoped she would be. In a voice ringing with emotion, he replied, “Oh dear! My attentions? I'm truly sorry to have come off that way! Of course I just wanted a chat, it's a beautiful day after all and a pity to spend it alone.” His look turned hopeful and, attempting to cajole the nameless wanderer into accepting his proximity, he spoke one more time, “I would very much like to accompany you on your walk, if you'll have me.”

A leaf, orange as the patches in his coat, whisked past his face and he followed its whirly-gig path into the sky with feigned interest, tracing the arcs it made as it danced. Aware that his appearance, with his black dorsal stripe, yellow gaze and dark eye patch, often came across as fearsome, he began to hum under his breath a song he remembered from his youth. The words spoke of happy things, of spring, flowers and butterflies, and he hoped it would appeal to the woman's softer nature. An autumn bird heard his tune and trilled, as though singing along, and the malevolent mannerisms of the brujo were suddenly lost in the beauty of the moment, as if all his evil ways had been wiped clean. It was just a façade, however, and time would see him metamorphose back into the spawn of the devil himself.

OOC: If you want Liggy to rape your wolfy, you can reply with her falling for his ruse:) might make a good plot and he's trying to become infamous;p if not, you can have her leave the thread or we can continue and you can just let me know OOC at the bottom of your next post in what direction you'd like to go with the thread:) All your choice of course <3