The white demon is older by many years and yet age had never posed to be an issue between myself and the male. What difference did past time make upon our lives together? None what-so-ever as far as I will ever be concerned. Whether he be four or twenty years of age it would not change my interest in him, for he is the very beast that lurks deep within us all. Primal to the very core. Many have lost their way as a truly instinctual creature, taking on cults and languages that had never been imagined in the days of creation. I am one to be at fault for carrying on my own blood's cult but I do not deny myself the instinctual pleasures that still weigh heavily upon my very soul. We are much like each other and yet I bring a different spin with my predatory habits.

Of all who know Mars I should be the one to have knowledge of his dislike for tricks and games. But this wasn't for my own personal enjoyment - not entirely - it was more for conditioning him in the long run. He may fancy these lonely ladies of the night for now but when I finally give him a taste he will never want to look back. Playing chase only influences him further into believing that for now.

Thickened clouds of gray threaten to let loose their shards of snow and ice above the forest. A winter tempest drawing nigh with the wind. It illicits a sense of reckless abandon and devious glee as temperatures drop and my trickster spirit heightens. With a wicked smile laced upon pretty, silver lips I continue to run so elegantly from the red-marked titan. The trees thicken as I weave deeper within and boughs of the evergreens drape across my sylphlike figure as a second coat. Here is where I lay in wait for my white dragon to find me, veiled by the overpowering scent of pine and eager to pounce upon the one who has inexplicably plucked my heart from my breast. Though don't dare demand that I let loose this information.