He can smell them on the breeze, taste them in the air- the scent of young and heated flesh driving him to a near delirium that in turn spurns him to only greater madness through his desire to consume that youthful and tender muscle. It is his favoured time of year, though he hardly understands it’s pattern, more so his fractured mind is merely reminded a new each spring of the taste of juvenile fresh so heated and sweet as the wind wafts and billows such glorious scents to his nostrils until he salivates at the thought and globules of saliva run from his jaws in a sickening and instinctive response to the memory that turns within. They are close. He can sell them as he slides through the night on predatory paws, eyes of reptilian green aglow with the promise of vile intent as his breath rises like fog in blackened embrace of the eve as he seeks his young victims. How the demons roar within his mind! Slashing and scratching against the inside of his skull with an endless need to feed that sees a rasping whine, the sound more a screech from the damage to his throat, emit into the air like a siren call that warns all to hide within their dens this night. Tonight the Black Prince hunts- fervently so and surely there are none within Moladion near foolish enough to face him within the darkness tonight.
Paws of obsidian rest upon the border line of his pack, deadened eyes, unblinking, fixate straight ahead as if he feels nothing of the world around him, unmoved by the pallor of the moon atop the earth this even and indeed perhaps he is- for such a creature merely exists only to feed, no other emotion residing within that aged and battered hide- his scars hidden beneath a pelt of ebony perfection so sleek as to hide the damage beneath it. Another rasping breath rattles within his chest, a hungered groan rolling from within as he turns to move once more- though tonight he does not breech the borders of his own lands. Tonight the scent so tempting lies within the fields itself as he paces onwards upon silent paws and deeper into the darkness that sweeps to embrace it’s King. He does not hurry, he does not run, though he moves within a line so straight, deadened eyes fixated ahead once more like a creature possessed as the den of Nakato approaches. Blacked lips part, lifting that fleshy curtain upward until the white of his teeth peek from within to glow unholy in the shadow of the moon and against the fathomless dark of his features as a rumbling growl slithers between those bared teeth, heckles raised in the right of his rank and undeniable superiority above all as he parades within his kingdom of death and shadows tonight.
His head lowers, a head so fine and handsome as to make the Angels themselves weep with the perfection of it- though it conceals I mind so rotted and ruined that it is no more than darkened sin to lust for such a creature. Deadened eyes of emerald peer within the gloom of Nakato’s den, inhaling her scent and those of her newborns as his form covers the entrance in the moments that follow. He can hear her stir, hear her breathing, instinct assuring him she is awake as another low rumble rises within him- a summoning call. She is of pack, his scent upon her as it is upon all things, for she is his belonging, as are nurse who cower at her belly and reek of warmth and richness as his mind twists and rolls upon itself. He desires to consume them, yet he cannot consume what is not for eating and perhaps they are not…..yet perhaps they are weak and weakness cannot exist- this he knows, for this is his purpose as always he has known it to be within the depths of his depravity.
“Come…….come.”
It is a ravaged whisper that slithers into the darkness as his form steps back from the den, seeking to draw her out, to command she come to the whispers of her King this night as he rests within his cape of shadows and darkness- eyes alone aglow within the gloom as those rasping words coil and hiss within his throat atop a growl.
“Just…..want to…..see…..yeeeeeees.”
It is surely the most words he has ever spoken to Nakato- perhaps to any, for his mind recoils from the use of words with sharp disdain and yet that dark Angel calls to Nakato tonight, the true Demon King seeking to command her from the safety of her den so that he may see what she has birthed these past weeks- and if they are not healthy, if they are weak, then he will simply take them into the darkened embrace of his jaws…..
He is Alpha, he is King of far more then just Asteraia and she would be wise to obey him tonight.