perfume.

It is enough to ignite a fire inside his chest. He inhales once more, drawing in her delicate scent and storing it into his memory. He holds his breath, eyelids covering those deep eyes as he savors until finally, a deep breath a slowly released into the cool night air and those eyes open to find her frame in the blackness.

He is used to such a thing as the black that engulfs him now. It is all he has ever known. Like a long lost mother it sheathes him and calls to him with a penetrating voice only he could hear. The roles would switch constantly, he controlling the black and the black controlling him. Years would have taught him how to get ahold of the insanity that threatens to consume his mind. Only so much light was left inside there.

Tragic he used to be a great one long ago.

Her voice drifts into his pressed ears and a sound much like a snort of a laugh falls from his scarred features. Lips draw back from those canines “sidhe…’ name growled out in a slow smoky sound. He tastes her title upon his tongue, allowing the word to settle upon his buds before he lowers his head in a silent half bow. Perhaps she will see it, perhaps not but the gesture is made all the same.

Hackles lower, and he draws forward into whatever dim lighting there is to land upon him. His multicolored pelt working miracles within the shadows, blending with the landscape and allowing him the stealth needed to strike in silence. Those deep eyes too hiding well when he needs them to. Now he chooses to show himself to the dame, head rising as he looks upon her slender frame. He is quiet, taking her appearance in unashamedly. Eyes drift from her face to caress her frame, slowly, deliberately as if attempting to gain a rise from her. No sign of disrespect, he inspects them all in case the idea of pups comes into his mad mind.

He refused to sire anything unworthy.

“sidhe,” he repeats, baritones rough against the gentle night. “you have done quite the opposite.” the beast muses, tense body allow those ancient muscle to loosen. Her eyes are intense, drawing his gaze to return to her gentle, aged face. “ḡū” he bestows his own title upon her and as he states the word the earth itself seems to become still as if a curse has been spoken allowed.

Do not speak his name too often, you’ll summon he demon inside