and all the poison devils

The darkness churns and burns, scratching and pulling within to be set free in the presence of her. Yet it's intent is unknown, it is such an odd feeling he still is not sure how to respond. She is an oddity, the instinct to see her harmed is tampered slightly. Giving room for the only other instinct he knows, possession. In his short life he had never truly owned anything, though the need is there. His darker desires prevent any true feelings from forming. No love, no care, just dire possession. His young mind cannot comprehend anything more than that. For while cold teal eyes seem to glare at her, inside the darkness seems to playfully swat at the slight feel of warmth within the barren cold of his soul. Mocking this new tether that has been placed within the shadows.

Waiting on bated breath it seems, waiting to see her reaction as his demand. But when she finally voices her reply, he cannot stop what happens. No. She said no. She says more but he is focused on that single word. Denial. Rejection. Rage. Jaws open only to slam closed, clashing together as if breaking bones. Spittle flying from the act as a roar seems to tear at his throat. Teal eyes now smoldering as he pushes himself away from her. Paws forcing him but a mere foot away as he begin to pace. His appearance is dark and clouded, the hairs on his back standing on end as a steady growl rumbles like thunder from his lips. Teeth gleaming in the sunlight as he glares at her in his pacing. For a moment he steps from his path as if it strike, to tear that one word from her throat. But that irritating warmth in his chest, the one his darkness seems to find so amusing seems to flare up and prevents him from truly acting on this. He hopes she can feel his rage, his anger. The way his heart pounds in his chest, the way his mouth salivates to react. Instead he merely paces as if to unleash this darkness without causing harm to her. Fucking women.

As he comes around his path once more, he pauses. Ears flattening upon his skull as his tongue licks across his teeth, a stream of saliva hanging from his jowls. "What is this friends?!.." He seems to spit these cruel words at her but it is strained. For beneath it all he is truly curious at what this would entail. And then he is moving again, muscles straining against his flesh as his steps turn jagged. The nails on his paws tearing through the soil as if it were flesh to be stripped. As if preparing himself for her words should they not meet his standards, but what true standards did he have when there was nothing to compare them? Was she to leave him? There is a coldness he has not experienced before settling in his chest and he itches to remove it by force. For the thought of being alone is not one he finds pleasing. Imagine that.

It is then he pauses again, moving to take a step towards her. The aggression still so present in his body language but the words that escape hold something more. "You lie.." He all but growls lowly. Stepping forward once more, whispering the next as if it is a dirty secret, his words gentle and tender despite what they hold. "However small it may be, I own something of you and you of me, do not deny this." Admitting to her that she too had something was like vile in his mouth, the power he has given her in those words distasteful. But the truth is hard to deny, when even now he wishes to strike that beautiful red coat, to see what it would appear like dripping in crimson. He can't and even worse he still desires that simple ease of knowing that even minuscule he owned something. He did not want her heart, perhaps her body but the fascination of owning something over rules it all. She could give it all to another for all he cared, he merely wants acceptance of this one thing. As the darkness within seems to swim through that small warmth in his chest, whether to bask in it's heat or to douse it within the cold; that was all left to be unseen.