He ushers her through the nightscape of the woodland as birds and creatures of the darkness call through the silence. Thunder cascades through the clouds in the distance, booming in unison with the beats of their paws upon the earth. Carnifex had been successful in finding a reasonable number of females to mate with in the winter season and surely there would be fruits to come of his efforts as spring begins.
Darkened eyes linger upon her moving figure as they glide together through the trees, his larger form staying a few steps behind to ensure that he does not step on her and also that she may not escape his watchful gaze. Why there are going into the forest is not something Malleah is aware of yet but she will know soon enough. The reaper knows of the scents that cling to her coat, they betray her mistake in leaving the caverns while Carnifex was away doing his carnal deeds. It is the potent scent of male that drives him into such an angered state this night.
A hardened gaze is set forth if she were to look back upon him and when they reach a suitable area, he nips at her hip to stop her. His monolithic form moves to circle around her as red tainted eyes drill into her beneath knitted brows. ”You’ve betrayed our agreement. His scent is all over you, you know?” his tones are tinged with a threat of danger as he stops at her front.
It was never in their deal that he should remain monogamous when the mating season rolled around but if another male’s brood lies within her gut – let’s just say that he will have no problem with digging them out. ”Now tell me why it is that you would have done such a thing, Malleah.” her name is spoken in a deeper timbre than the rest as his eyes rest heavily upon her. This corner of the forest is unknown terrain for her as far as he knows and it would be rather difficult for her if she were to make a run for help. The caverns are a place in which she has had time to explore and learn, so it was necessary to bring her somewhere that she does not frequent often, to his knowledge.
”Hmmm?” he urges her on as a flicker of his fangs is revealed beneath slowly twitching lips. His patience is wearing thin and he seeks an answer before he must end their contract for good.
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.