and all the poison devils

So absorbed in his dark thoughts he misses the first sign of change within. For the darkness within is always present, living beneath the flesh; writhing as if alive. Even more so now, it is not until a subtle tug and perhaps a dark purr of something within that has him looking back at the red girl he had just previously thought would look so well bleeding upon his den floor. It is then a force seems to knock the breath from his very lungs. Teal clashing with teal once more as he just stares blankly at this creature, how has she become so much more with another look? Everyone else seems to fade as he fixates on her like a drug, as if her very presence feeds his darkness into a churning mass of black. An eerie growl is forced through tight lips, as the mask begins to slip. Revealing the true beast within.

She moves and so does he, like a mimic. Prey and predator, hunting her. Watching as she leaves the gathering ever so quietly and he like a hound from hell nipping at her tail. There is nothing but silence as he trails after her, noticing they were leaving the gathering. Alone, away from prying eyes and that thought alone has his mouth salivating. For if he knew nothing of what was happening, he did know that she was his and he would not be refused on this matter. Ears flicker at the sound of the river yet he pays no heed to it, watching as she seemingly sits and patiently waits for him. The sight of her causes a loud and deep growl to rise and his hairs to stand on end yet he does not stop his approach. All deceit and manipulation gone, showing her just who truly was coming her way. As he closes the distance, teal eyes lock to her own yet this does not stop his movement. He is but inches from her when he veers off. Circling her like a buzzard would do a fresh kill, waiting to pick a moment to strike. All the while his muzzle reaches out, running along the plush of her fur as he seemingly inspects her.

He is unsure how long he does this, just knows her scent if like nothing he has ever witnessed. It both repulses him and pleases him. The dire need to be near her is also new. Never in his life has he craved affection nor desired it. Touch was to be used to gain something, to abuse and reap rewards yet this once he wants it to merely just have it. As he moves back around her, a heavy breath is exhaled within her coat. Jaws part as a low hum of a growl is torn from his throat, saliva trailing in the path of his surprisingly gentle touch. Marking her, with both scent and fluid. Unsure why he feels the need to do so but driven by his instincts that seem to scream for her, bleed for her. As he makes one last circle around her, satisfied in his attempt he takes a seat before her.

A mere few inches separate them, but even then he is too far away. So he leans in, breathing heavily; his muzzle just a mere shift from hers. Teal eyes boring into her own as they seem to burn in a dark fire. As finally does he utter one word, almost whispered so tenderly if it were not diluted by the snarl that taints it so. "Mine!" The twitching of his lips, warns her not to reject this, at least not openly. He cared not truly what she thought just so long as it was a fact and known. As a menacing purr low growl seems to keep the silence between them at bay, teal eyes watching for any little sign of discontent. The prospect of her running has his skin itching, for oh how he would love to truly hunt her down. She was stuck him for whatever reason and he will never let her go, for the beast had damsel all his own. Now just what would he do with her?..