With Eyes Wide Shut

The daemon had been roaming the shadows of night in search from little mortals to pluck up and slaughter. His green eyes reflected the blinding light of the moon that haunted them all in that moment. His long tail brushed behind him as he slithered through the woodland. His paws crushed down on leaves and twigs. He was not silent and never was. The being was a behemoth. Huge. A brute. The man had no sort of elegance about him until he spoke. His tones were covered in a mask of the intense Romanian accent. His body was shown moving effortlessly through the dark forest. His eyes caught a glimpse of fur, inky fur. It was female, a delicate female. He instantly knew she was worthy, her scent was worthy to say the least. Though, he felt a heat within his core there was no emotion. It was all empty, as always. He had never even felt true lust. He raped to rape. To establish authority. But, he would not do such things to the female before him.

As his paw slid down onto a flimsy twig a crack was heard. He watched as the woman seemed to snap out of her thoughts, but she continued on with haste. The daemon let forth a deep howl, his head whipping up. His vocals filled the air, a notice of his pressance that radiated with intense power. Cu Sith would trot forth to meet her. His curiosity often got the better of him, but it would not kill him like a cat. With a tilt of her head the man watched, waiting.