thought demons were my friends
10-31-2016, 10:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2016, 10:33 AM by Elias.)
The dark silhouette of a slender wolf made caught his attention, it appeared the demon didn't have to travel far to find what he was looking for. A healthy set of knives were left exposed as the macabre king peeled back his lips in a grin riddled with malice, his ears twitching to the question thrown in his direction. 'Do you hurt too?' It stunned him for just a moment, his rubies finding the other's sapphires as a faint flicker of the true Elias cured the evil grin that had been plastered on his muzzle.
He stood with a squared stance, tall and proud though the air of pride was quickly funneling to his paws as his stature slumped, his neck leveling with his spine as he reflected on his loss. Yes, he hurt. The demon was not so eager to let go of his hold on Elias, and in this moment of weakness it took the reigns once again. His visage transitioned from sorrow to anger as the hellfire in those red eyes lit up the intentions of his hungry soul. His tail flagged in warning as he inspected the other, quickly assessing the thin male not as a wolf but as a dog that dared to approach a wolf nearly a foot taller than him in height. A dark chuckle rumbled in his throat as the demon lifted his head once again, his ears perking forward as stained teeth clenched and hissed out the words he spoke. "Hurt? That would imply I do not find pleasure in my pain. I find it rather.. inspiring, actually. Don't you?" Every syllable clicked harshly when his teeth met, and as he spoke the beast dared to slowly approach the dog in front of him in the low stature of a predator.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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