So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
This land meant nothing to him. It was ashes, dust, sand that could slip into the sea and disappear without a care. His den meant little. In truth, nothing mattered much to Underidge save the Shade, who resides within his odd figure, and his two daughters. Matianak and Umbra. Natiya was merely a curiosity - she was an abomination, nonetheless, and while she tended to be more malleable it was clear she was beneath the influence of the wretch of a son that was his. Blackthorne. So he did not claim them and as they grew, he remained further apart. One day he would have to drive the male out - for now, he would merely inore his existance.
This femme turns towards him with a wicked gleam in her eyes, one that makes his edged fur seem to stiffen further with a sort of electrictiy. The hint of violence in the air speaks to him, his nostrils opening to gather in her scent. She is obscenely large yet Underidge did not care. To him Paravana had been something beautiful, her colors having sparked that obsession within him that had driven her here long ago despite her desperate attempts to flee. It is the coloring of Eclipse that draws his eyes, the magnetic brindling, despite the preadtory way she looks at him. So.. different than what he is used to.
His silent snarl is met with a sneer that makes him take a few steps closer... closer.. so that a scant few inches separate their muzzles. Right over the bridge of the border, his silver eyes focused entirely upon hers.
"I do not question. I would rip the answers from you," he says, his voice sibilant, his need for some sort of release making his shoulders twitch. Talking was never much of his strong suit, anyways, and he doubted she wanted small talk.
UNDERIDGE
EIGHT - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (IIII)