So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
They searched and combed, scenting blood on the wind like a mosquito. They
wouldn't get her back. She was his - no, theirs. The Shade had claimed her through Underidge and it was satisfied to have another believer. The more that followed him, the stronger he became, broiling within Underidge and creating a miasma of pain and pleasure through the wicked beast. It was like being scalded from the inside and at times it could become unbearable when the Shade was particularly persistent about chasing down some old or lame creature and releasing it's soul back into the void. Underidge was half convinced that he sucked down the souls of these torn creatures so that the Shade could eat and be filled. A Souleater - that seemed about right.
Winter left it's mark upon her figure with that tantalizing scent and his silver eyes rake across her figure in a lascivious manner because it is in his wild nature to do so. Would it be wrong to take her here? His body desired it, thrilled when he stood over her and teeth attempted to wrap around her neck. She did not move, she submitted to him and she would in all ways, he was sure because she had no choice in the matter. He had taken away her choice and left her with obedience, a trait that was highly prized. Who cared if she had a family once? Who cared if she had siblings or was once naive? She was his now and she would remain forevermore.
Quick as can be his teeth pierce her and she yelps, his body shuddering in satisfaction at the sound. She turns her head and there is a faint nip at his muzzle, so soft as to be nonexistent, and it is that touch which has him slowly releasing his hold on her. Teeth ease from her skin, her fur and a tiny bit of blood mingling on his tongue.
"You taste of shadows and innocence," he grumbles, turning his muzzle so that he breathes upon the crown of her head. One paw rises and he places it on back, pressing down while his muzzle lowers so that one silver eyes is staring into one of her own.
"Tell me who you are." He wants to hear what answer she will give him, what she has learned, her desire to please a thing he had come to anticipate for she had broken somewhere along the way and he had molded her back into shape, a perfect shape wrapped in a perfect body and tucked away for him alone.
UNDERIDGE
FOUR - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (III)