Gypsy

The dame was indeed just that, a wanderer with no intention of becoming his possession. How wild and free she was, unbothered by the way the world was or how he was so consumed by her. It drove the mad beast even deeper into the land of insanity. She knew his desires, his cravings and she blatantly ignored them all. How foolish he must appear to hunt down such a thing as she. If she would stop running he wouldn’t have to track her like prey.

Then again, there was something exciting about the chase, until the capture that is.

She speaks, her voice falling in riddles across his flesh and he hums. He could kill her for being so careless. It would appear to the outer eyes as if the tempting dame had a hold over the beast, this is not the case. He chose her, and like the demon king he was he takes pride in the choices he makes. She was a free spirit, unlike himself, and perhaps that is why opposites attract yet there were similarities that lingered between them.

His hum transforms into a malicious snarl at her question. She knew the answer, she simply wanted him to speak it into the air. He has yet to do so and the fact that wills it to be so makes him only madder. She knew, so much she knew and this is why he consistently grew frustrated with her.

He ignores her question, attempting to give her a taste of her own medicine though it was probably futile. She could care less. “do not. run from me again.” he demands it, baritones growled out through gritted teeth as a swift bite to her shoulder makes his determination known.

When it was time truly put the claim upon her, he would be damned if anyone beat him to the punch.