and all the poison devils

Darkness. In and out he breathes this in, waiting for it to consume him whole. Since birth it has been there lurking beneath the flesh like a parasite. Each day he lives does nothing more than allow it to grow in it's tainted environment. Black instincts driving him harder and harder to full fill whatever needs they need satisfied by the host they hold so willingly. Beneath the eye of Anima it seems to have flourished, holding on to her like an anchor while he and it grows. Who would have thought a female could accomplish such? For the only one he knows had barely even made an impact on the beast. Rejecting one and accepting another, such an odd way the world works.

Feet move with purpose, a low hum of a growl escaping his lips as saliva drips from his fangs. Instincts drive him elsewhere than the land where he once was a prince now nothing more than a captive. It is rumor a party is being held among the mountains, a party that either stupidly or bravely invited those that dwelled within the plains. He was not one to judge on this mistake, instead he aims to take up the offer that has been given on a silver platter. As a chilling grin is carved into his lips at the possibilities that could unfold. The sweet spring air seems to burn his lungs, he momentarily misses the dark and damp of his den within the plains. At least there he was not subjected to all this bright and happy shit that seems so eager to pour down his throat. It is as he draws nearer to the borders does he now scent something more, something far more delectable than flowers and air itself. Females. It is a new fixation, one he has not even truly understood yet. But instincts are already captivating him, the desire to own them, bleed them, and perhaps in the future take them. So with a mad grin on his lips, he owns the beauty given to him by those that created him. Erasing the evidence of his cruelty and adapting to that of a adolescent boy so eager to make friends...

Handsome teal eyes linger over the group that has gathered thus far, a wicked gleam hidden within view as he lingers just a little longer on the girls like the beast his is. Briefly is he caught off guard, the scent of another Asteraian in the mix as he focuses on the black and white male, wondering if he too had the same idea for appearing. Just as quick as the thought is there it is gone, no longer holding his attention in the presence of much finer and prettier company. He passes by a girl who seemed crafted by stars, her shyness is like a drug to him drawing him nearer so they he can take a hit off of her vulnerability. A dark thought eagerly builds in his mind of the creature as he winks flirtatiously while passing her by. Perhaps he would meet her again, outside of prying eyes to see just how meek she was. A dark laugh cannot help by escape at this idea as he moves closer to the life of the party, two very pleasing females just waiting for his arrival it would seem.

"Ladies!" The svelte deceiving voice rings loud and carefree, eager for the attention it will most certainly gain. "I thought this was a party? Why is everyone so glum and dreary?" The charm that oozes from his is natural and yet unfamiliar but so far in his short life he had learned it was better to attract bees to honey than water, so why deny the need to manipulate if in the end he was the one with the reward? He comes to a standstill near them, offering each a wink and a lopsided grin. "Surely they can see what beautiful company they are in..." What a pity, for why they all seemed absorbed in their grump ways he was more than willing to attract those who were not. So selfish and greedy. It is then a piece of his mask seems to slip, the fleeting image of bleeding one if not both of them has saliva pooling in his mouth as teal eyes seem to devour them whole. Now that would be a beautiful sight.

He battles his instincts, torn between accomplishing this goal to playing with them some more. For it was not often he was let out of his cage. It is that thought that seems to win him over. As he reigns in the darkness that consumes him from the inside out. A fake boyish grin on his lips, while inside his body screams and demands the very thing he denies. Blood and possession. Now if he could only decide which one would look better spread across his den...