The single, uttered word, Tithe offers sees one darkened ear curve towards him, deadened eyes remaining fixated ahead and yet it is clear indeed he has heard the words the other offers, seeming soothed by this acknowledgement that these lands are indeed his own. He is a dominant creature, exceedingly so, his fractured mind obsessive, volatile, protective- he desires to own and to command and to have others afford him the authority he has been born to desire and crave near as much as he seeks the heated blood of an opened vein within his victims. Perhaps it is madness that drives him onwards and yet, perhaps as Tick Tock it is he alone whom he willing to purge the earth of the weak, the old and the infirmed whom no longer desire life and seek the death his jaws brings. Why he has taken a…..liking to Tithe cannot be said, Tobias often given to refuse the company of any, especially those of a male persuasion. For other males are threat, a challenge to be overcome or driven out- especially when the winter snows fall and his hunger for flesh is turned to an entirely new desire he cannot truly understand- one driven by nature itself.
For now however he simply waits, unblinking eyes fixated upon the fields until the darkened form of his imprint appears, she whom holds that thin and failing piece of his soul, a mere scrap of himself he cares not to feel and yet one that afflicts him all the same. He loathes the bond that binds him to her and yet he has come to tolerate her, to accept her, to seek her in the darkened nights and rest beside her. He will offer her words on occasion, offer her touch when he seeks it and yet his fractured mind has gone so long without touch that he has never forgotten the embrace of another in anything other then violent intention. There is much to be learned from his soul and in turn much for her to learn from him, though it would seem he resists over and over, to broke perhaps, to fractured for even she to hold together any longer. Perhaps he is simply too aged to be mended and yet…perhaps she will try still. In this moment however it would seem he is content to see her, striding away from Tithe to close the distance between them as a rumbling growl of greeting rises and his shoulder is thrown abruptly against her chest- blackened form brushed against the length of her own as he circles once more, teeth parting abruptly to grip her ruff in a manner almost playful before that darkened nightmare lingers at her side until both Alpha’s face the darkened boy Tobias had seen fit to bring back.
He does not understand the words exchanged and as such ignores them, jaws parting to allow his tongue to sweep across that impressive weaponry that had seen yet another victory these past few days over Fiammetta- the foolish female daring to challenge him for a freedom he would not permit. She is his belonging, forced now to his subservience and he will not allow her to part, a gift of sorts- for his imprint and it would seem her brings her another today.
“It……kills leavesssssss.”
The last word is little more then a hiss upon his tongue, as if this skill Tithe had displayed was somehow meaningful to him, maddened emerald gaze turned now to Tick Tock herself before returning to Tithe.
“She….mine.”
He is required, it would seem, to make it clear as to who the female belongs too, winter rapidly falling upon them and indeed other desires have already begun to lick at his obsidian form- though for now, at least, his mind is distracted by the other black male his mind has seized upon as those jaws part once more, wretched, hoarse voice rasping free now and towards his imprint, head tilted like a curious child…..or demented doll.
“Want to….keep him.”