Nostrils twitch as the beast tests the air, watching her, waiting for her to panic or get scared but the scent of fear never wafts from snowy body, instead she challenges him. Perhaps had she acted scared and tried to run he'd have spared her, probably not but maybe, but her courage and will to fight him off secured his desire to have her. The first ‘relationship’ he had, when he had been claimed for that brief time by the imprint bond and Lasciel had held his very soul on a leash yet wanted to deny and fight him it had triggered something in him. Whether it had always been there or not something remained. While the beast had been relieved when she died, effectively freeing him from the cursed bond, his penchant for taking others whether they wanted him or not remained. He liked to fight with his things, it made the... relationship dynamic so much more interesting if the girls had some fire behind them.

The lady falls silent, her snarling threat silenced by his uttered claim over her, only eliciting another laugh from his ivory lips. The authority in her voice would’ve been enough to amuse him, had he carried a sense of humor, but the fact that she actually seem willing to defy him was laughable even to a humorless beast such as him. He would very much like to see her try. Teeth flash once again as he snarls, his desire to not hurt the future carrier of his offspring warring with the need to now capture her. If he hadn’t been crazy enough before the influx of hormones and instinct preparing him to reproduce this winter, he definitely was now.

Without warning the monster bursts forward, powerful legs propelling his gargantuan body at hers faster than one would imagine, given his size but this was what he had been made for, what fate had built him for. Arsenic and Death Note had come together to create a monster made to kill the world, a tornado of fire, so pretty and captivating and ready to suck you up and spit you out burnt to the core. The monster wants to hit her shoulder, an attempt to knock her over so he could try to grab her scruff in his mouth as he goes past her, without having to hurt her to much. Even if he does not knock her over the goal will be the same, while moving past her he would twist his head towards her, twisting his body around hers in an attempt to grab onto the back of her her scruff. And if Mars could manage to catch her he would start dragging his pretty little damsel kicking and screaming back to his home in the grotto.