Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
It was surprising... No, not surprising. It was interesting... Or even better yet it was intriguing that she did not react in absolute horror or disgust when he threw the wolf limb to the ground. Rather, she seemed hungry herself. She very nearly drew closer to him, as if to rip it from his clutches, but then stopped herself and instead looked him over. Draven chuckled from beneath his breath as she spoke to him. 'How odd that you would be wise enough to bring a gift for me, most only have themselves to offer.' The brute was having a sense of Deja vu, for only a few days - or had it been a few weeks? - ago, he had said nearly the same thing to the fae Ambrosia, when she had stopped in the cavern's mouth to eat her coney. Draven paused to lick his lips, enjoying the wolf's blood in his mouth and imagining that it was instead Halina's.
One day.
"If you would think to eat me, by all means, m'lady, do try. You can be my daily source of entertainment, and afterword, my own meal. It is you who has traversed into my cavern and called out to me. You 'rang the dinner bell' as the humans would remark. All the while here I am, for once, being somewhat of a gentleman and offering you some meat. What a horrid guest you are to bite the paw that would feed you." Draven shrugged, nonplussed by the situation. He had no fear of her attacking him - if she did, then she did. He would eventually get the better of her and tear her apart. The titan returned to eating, even allowing his orbs to fall away from her, but he put a paw on the limb. At first, it was to show that it was his... But then he used it to hold down the limb so that he could tear off a piece of muscle and fling it to her. "If you aren't much of a shoulder girl, I have ribs further back in my lair. If you aren't afraid of the dark. You have already trespassed once, you might as well be given an invitation."
Draven threw the rest of the limb - with meat still attached - outside of the cavern. The scavengers would eat well this night. He was somewhat wasteful, yes, but he did not just kill others for meals, but also for sport and thus never had a lack of meat within him. But also by feeding the carrion to the birds of death, he would set them up a nice nest here for them to enjoy. They would mark this place as a place of evil, and further spread rumors of the Cavern as they once had. Lazily, he rose to his paws and stretched, his well sharpened claws digging into the soft soil. Ignoring the ess, he turned and made his way back into the darkness, daring her to attack his exposed back. Whether she did or not, he found himself intrigued.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω
|