Possession.

The word seems to fill his unstable mind and flow into his very consciousness. His blood tinted gaze seems foggy, eyes darting around the area until fixating upon her light frame. A hunger far different than the hunger of starvation seems to overwhelm him at the sight of her.saliva pools within his murderous jaws, dripping and falling to the earth like poison.

Scratch that, he is starving…

“ghoulish gul” she purrs to him and his ears flatten against his thick skull in an attempt to block it out. She refused to be his, granting him access one day and absence the next. How ridiculous it was that in order to gain her presence the beast must hunt her down like prey. Well, if she wishes to be hunted like prey, he wouldn’t complain.

It made the catch much more fun.

“i am in need of other things…” low rumble briefly falling over the clearing and into her ears.

He watches her, eyes intense as she begins to bask in the moonlight. It is a slight pause of peace and silence before he of course ruins it. A low rumble strikes the silence, breaking through as his hackles raise. He moves forward, slowly at first before it builds and like a freight train, he slams into her, pressing his chest into her own and burying his face in her fur.

It all seems to happen far too fast but to be honest, the blood king tires of these games.

He inhales, seeking any foreign scents that are unlike her own within her fur. A plethora of aromas linger but none that he can pin to be male or from a pack. She remains the gypsy he has grown possessive over and he hums in contentment. Still, punishment is dealt with a swift bite into her flesh that will no doubt be returned to him in full.

“where do you go when you leave me?” gul growls, low voice falling from deadly mouth in a raspy demand.

Answer him.