His stare is completely unwavering. Nothing seemed able to interrupt it, to change the direction he gazed for Tobias was a creature able to 'focus' for long period of time. It was questionable if anything was going on behind those emerald beauties. Sure, one could find beauty in the lush green that blanketed his two orbs. Does one not find beauty in polished gemstones, regardless of their status of life? His eyes shined with the glints of light that hit them, just as they would shine for anyone. Yet, it was the dark pools that seems to violate the green that surrounded them. The murky pupils seemed to hold a lack of life within them, seemed to show the monster that was Tobias' soul. One cannot fathom what was carrying out in the darkness betwixt the beauty that all held, as his blank stare continued into Enigma's white and black fur.
Enigma is weak. She submits before him, and she has yet to react in a way that would bring any sort of reaction from the dark male dominating above her. She is below, and he is above. Weak. That is all his mind can process, for it is a matter of survival to know who is weak, to know who he could devour if the hunger told him to. Tobias does not move, he does not show any sort of weakness within himself for Tobias is strength, Tobias is generations upon generations of genetics, a creature of evolution and competition. He not only survived past puppy hood, he mauled his fellow kin because he was going to be the successful, he was going to be the one whose genes will pass on because this drive to destroy the weak is within his instinct, a most basic trait for a carnivore. It was not in his mind like it may be for others. He did not sit and contemplate on his own nature. He was his own nature and that was all he needed.
She repeats Judila to him. It is a word he could recognize, a word that had a connection to a place. It was a word that seeped from his vile mouth in connection to Enigma. Tobias was capable of connecting two things together, but putting any meaning to that...that was another story. Tobias was largely a mimic, he was life that used mimicking as a tool. But really, do we not all mimic each other, for the desired result? Do we not make sounds from our mouths in hopes of a certain reaction from another? Does the complication of those sounds make the effort more valiant? Tobias might not use language to the same extent as others, but the mechanic is basically the same. Enigma speaks again that she is his, and yet he remained so still, so hauntingly still like a statue in the mist. Only drool crawled around on his black lips, pooling up in his jaws and falling to the ground in a pattern.
"Mine," he repeats, not even the slightest of variation in his voice from the last time he spoke it moments ago.
Engima keeps her body low, a wise decision if she wished to keep her pretty little hide intact. She showed submission, she shows she was weak and if she kept showing her weakness she might avoid triggering the violence and aggression that always lingered within the bone and muscles of the creature named Tobias. Any attempt to usurp his dominance would not be tolerated. Tobias was fueled by instinct, the instinct of a top dog, and alpha type who assured their position. Enigma spoke once more, saying to him that they were pack, and that we do not eat pack. Such words have been spoke, repeated to Tobias by his mother since his body was much smaller. There was a correlation of those words, a connection formed over time due to their repeated use. It would not be enough to save Engima from any missteps, no words would halt him when body language spoke much, much louder than words ever would.
"We don't eat pack," he said in his void and monotone. It was hard to tell if he understood what those words meant, if they were just said because they were said to him so many times. It did not, however, penetrate his gaze, it did not drag his stunning eyes away from the girl before him. It was Kiska who would make the statue that was Tobias move, just enough and only what was necessary to get the black woman into sight.
She comes into view, Kiska does. His darkened stare moves only to view her. Engima was weak, Kiska was new to his visual environment. It was the only movement he made, so slight, as Tobias does not twitch, he does not fidget or move without due reason. Kiska triggers something within the beast that Engima did not. Kiska dares, Kiska wishes to dominate and Tobias could read this within his body language. the way she raises her head brings a burning within the dark monster, a burning that would only cease with her submission. She may speak all the words she wished, she may go on and one and yet it all means nothing to him. These words conveyed no meaning, no message that registered in the chemically different brain of Tobias. It is all blabber and non-sense, her heckles and jeers falling upon dear ears.
Yet he heard Kiska loud and clear, through the subtle movement in her dark frame. A change was formed upon the body of the so called demon, the demon others so feared and wished to banish away, a fear fueled by their own insecurities and their own denial of the possibilities of what they could be. A rumble so terrifying clawed out of his throat, like an earthquake or the rupture of a volcano, spewing liquid threat of his saliva as it traveled with the air he vibrated with his growl. His eyes may be dull in terms of vibrant life, but they are beyond vivid when they are graced with violent intent. Jaws part in a snap in her direction, he does not come towards her flesh but is posturing, to push her into submission and he would do so by any means. Tobias is a creature of a pattern, a creature born to think in ways others do not, for he is the hand bred creation of a god so bored, a god who wished for chaos in a world of order. After his initial growl, so devilish and harsh, after his snap towards the one who has yet to fall, and let it be known, she will fall, Tobias holds his head high, his fur dark and seemingly absorbs all light that hits it into a pit of lost hell. He holds his head with creepy precision, imitating Kiska's posture with great accuracy. Tobias takes mimicking other life to a whole new level. The dark prince copies the click of her teeth , allowing his fangs to peer out of his lips just as Kiska does. The first movement of his tail is seen as he wild snake behind him flicks like the black female's before him. He will copy her every move, her every breath, and his mind will know, his instinct will tell him when mimicking is no longer to happen, and when his fangs will act on his own. You best back down, Kiska, or risk becoming another victim of Moladion's demon.
TOBIAS
"This is Lz for Kite" 