When you scream it sounds like a lullaby,
When you beg I get all gooey inside !
He studied her, this midnight beauty who had stumbled upon his massive form. It was near enough to the conclusion of his battle to be stained, his brindled form awash with blood and mud, some of Carnival's fur still clamped in the spaces of his teeth where he had torn her scruff asunder with the might of his throws. This one seemed fierce enough, a possible contender for the bearing of his children should the desire rise in the beast's black heart. He was not a lover, there was no room in the Devil's heart for such nonsense. Heirs, this he understood, and she would make some damn handsome children. Alas, the monster would not seek her out for such things, it was not time.
There are other things to be done, more important things. Her question does not surprise him, though the lack of intelligence it displays is surely not a good sign. His giant cranium tilts, and a wicked - but not so friendly - smile is on his well-made features. Suddenly, faster than an eye can blink or one would believe a wolf of his size was capable of he is on his paws and in her face. Blood stained fangs are in her face as he growls at her for her stupid infantile questioning. His voice is deep and earth shaking when he speaks in a growl that makes him seem demonic, "Do you not see me? You would know if you or anyone knew me!" That deep, resonating voice bounced off the mountains, and boomed out over the land like a roll of thunder.
Perhaps, his rage at her innocence is unwarranted, but he cannot stand such idiocy. Surely, if her parents knew him she would have at least have some remembrance of him. If she knew him, his markings would instantly jog her memory. Staring into her eyes, red bores into blue, heat pouring over ice to make it melt and submit, and never ask such stupid things as that again. He is a temperamental bastard, so be careful.
L. U. C. I. F. E. R
male. adult. no room for love. no offspring. fighting for Malignant Felicity. |
