Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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She did not move. The flood of his blood rushed toward her and yet she remained still, her sight glued upon the nearing crimson as if entranced by it. In turn, Draven watched her, intrigued. Why had she allowed his life fluid to stain her, when all it would have taken was for her to rise and move another step to the side. Was she so apathetic that she simply did not give a shit? She had allowed him to ravage her body and tear her flesh without a care, and now this? Draven had chastised her - telling her that she should have indeed cared about it all - she should have thought more before betrothing herself to Lucifer, that she was not meant to be a loner. What a hypocrite he was, and yet he was comfortable in just such a position. Surely he meant to eventually make his way into a pack, but who would accept let alone want such a monster? Would he have to take his own land then, and taint into something darker than it could have ever been without him? Draven enjoyed power, true, but it had never been about the obvious power that being an Alpha would bring him. He preferred fear over anything else, and that... that... was best accomplished from the shadows that he tended to linger deep within.
Dark yet brilliant rubies swept up Lucaya's limbs, noting the climbing of the blood as the stain spread, and rose them up each and every one of her curves. He had tasted them once, and yet already he lusted for them again. It had been too long since he had felt warmth beneath him that wasn't from blood, but from instead another's wetness striving up to reach him. He finally made it up to her nape, her cranium, her maw. How damaged she was with mommy issues, daddy issues, ex-lover - or rather prude ex-betrothed - issues... he loved the cracks in her mind, in her heart, in her soul. He wanted to probe those cracks, deepen them, see just how insane he could drive her before she finally shattered at his feet. Then and only that would he kill her and devour her - when she was completely broken, a toy no longer fun to play with.
'You make it sound almost as if you're happy to have met me.'
Draven leapt to her side, nipping at her flesh, pulling at her hair. "I am happy to meet everyone that I do. That is where all of my entertainment stems from in one form or another. You just provided more willing and more... carnal entertainment that most do. Many a maiden have I devirginized, my member breaking that thin piece of flesh and causing them to bleed, but you are the first who willingly sold her soul to the devil himself." Draven released her flesh - "...that of course would be me..." - and took a step back to lower himself into a bow. "I am honored that you chose such a monster to steal away your innocence, to rupture and tear your delicate flower." Suddenly, the scent of her was nearly overwhelming and he felt the hunger growing within him. His rubies glinted in the dark, glowing now despite the lack of light. "I hunger for you now in so many ways..." His tongue ran over his incisors but he stopped as he registered his canines' growth. They were fangs now, extending further as if meant to puncture. "It seems more than one thing has changed for me..." It was hardly a murmur, meant more to be an independent thought than to continue their conversation, but his self-realization was more than enough to disrupt the path he had previously been on. The subject changed, and he offered her a snack, a meal to which she gladly agreed.
'I'm game. What's on the menu around here typically, love?'
Draven grinned wickedly and moved behind her, his muzzle shoving itself dangerously close to her delicacies and used the pressure of his touch to direct her forward. Her perfume was strong, but even more delectable was the smell of himself upon her, marking her as his own, at least for the current moment. His tongue dared to reach out and taste the edge of her exposed flesh before he moved forward to her side. "There are always the tinier of the Lera - the rats, the mice, the odd coney and groundhog that wander in. But I much prefer the more unsuspecting prey that the young vargs provide - sometimes naught more than pups, but they wander in here on a dare or to test their own bravery. I often make sure that they are rewarded with fear a plenty, if not end their life altogether." He lifted his cranium to see if he could catch the scent of anything but found only Lera, no Putnar. The demon frowned, and once again he felt his fangs, this time riding over his own flesh on his muzzle. He eased into a trot and either leaned against her or reached over and clutched her scruff to pull her in order to guide her around the pitfalls of the cavern. He found the Lera easily enough - nothing could hide in this aspect of the cave from him. Leaping forward he caught the coney's head in his maw - it was blind in this utter darkness and stood no chance. Powerful jaws crushed bone easily and stopped the trembling creature's pain and tremors. Draven dropped it and stepped on it and yanked, pulling the coney nearly in half. Turning toward where he knew Lucaya would be, he turned toward her and nearly gasped, surprised to find that he could see her easily even now. Leaning forward, he put half that he held in front of her, waiting until she grasped it until releasing it himself.
Quickly, he returned to his own half and began devouring it, but after the first gulp of meat swept down his esophagus, it quickly came back up. Draven turned away as his stomach rebelled and he wretched, pain sweeping through his intestines. In shock and perhaps awe, he stared at his half of the coney and carefully sniffed at it. No longer did it smell appeasing... it smelled foul now. Rank. How could have known that this change would sharply decrease the things that he could actually eat? He would learn eventually...
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω
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