The blood.

It drips from the battered king’s face and falls upon the carcass below. His tattered, aged features quite grimacing, compliments of the crimson upon his multicolored bodice. He turns, facing the pearly dame that breaks her cover and steps forward. Though timid, she manages to slide his way. He can practically smell the wariness that has befallen her.

Pathetic

He is merely a pawn in this terrifying world, eliciting fear, excitement and doom in his wake. Deep eyes scan across her form, unabashedly taking her in. those eyes pause upon her swelling belly, a lift of his lip briefly showing pearly whites covered in blood. She was spawning with another and therefore was of little interest to him. Though as his gaze lifts from her curving frame to her doe eyes he flicks his ears back in disgust. There is a plain look of displeasure about her, no glow any other mother to be might carry.

Intriguing.

She speaks, her light voice foreign to his ears. Tongue slides from his jaws, dragging along his tainted lips slowly. “you don’t. the beast growls out plainly, deep gaze holding a light to them. “you’ll like it far more than he did,” eyes lower to gesture to the morsel below him as he speaks before rising back to her stomach and finally upon her young face. Head lowers, jaws wrapping around the furry beast as he lifts it from the ground. Blood drips from the creature, falling upon the ground creating a path as he draws near to her, unworried of her reaction.

“eat.” the monster demands it, dropping the prey at her fight and lowering himself to his haunches. He peers down at her, gaze unwavering as he flicks an ear in her direction. “you’re expecting” he states, waiting to see her reaction.