come a little closer

'That doesn't sound bad to me,' she said with a shrug. His red eyes dropped to her shoulders, seeing her movements in blurred happenings that quite fascinated him. Something about the way she spoke felt like it was reaching to every fiber of his being, and for a moment he is enjoyed the chemical swirls happening inside of his brain and how weightless they made him feel. He caught his weight a few times and did his best to remain upright.

'I can't say I fully understand what you are on about,' she said, bringing a wicked grin across the males lips with the words. Of course, she didn't. Though, most of the wolves here on these hallowed mountains didn't really understand either. They didn't know what it meant to be in this bloodline, to be so closely haunted by demons. In his life, Elias had watched himself rape four women, murder an entire family, and also slay his own mother (by her request) and step-father. These visions are what haunted him as she continued, and the feeling of warm blood coating his forelimbs, chest, and face became a ghostly presence clinging to his form by his own drug-induced fathoming. Dopamine levels were too high for him to be afraid, resulting in another spell of manic laughter. Oh, blood, how funny, right?! How did that get there?! Haha.. ha.

'Figured a group that were insane enough to call a place like this their home might be a good group for me,' his eyes narrowed slightly, his laughter subsiding with the use of that word as his grin slowly started to fade. His breathing became stressed as his heart raced, the wind of each exhale pushing against the saliva attempting to collect on those inky black lips while she called him handsome even though he were.. a drooling and clumsy mess of a wolf in his current state. What pride he had stemmed from the sense of family and strength within his bloodline, he had never been vain or even aware of his own attractiveness. He was tall, he knew that.. but did that mixed with his scars and his muscle tone make him more appealing to women? He was oblivious, but the way she complimented him hit him with another wave of dopamine-surging ecstasy that was almost strong enough to make him forget what she had asked.

"What am I?" He repeated, his voice at a low and rumbling growl that could nearly be mistaken for the grumble of the molten lava that flowed beneath their paws. 'Pychopath, murderer, rapist, husband, father, or king?' He asked himself the same question and got entirely too deep for his own liking. He wanted back out of his past, back out of his mind, and back on that happy high that he had for whatever reason. He narrowed his eyes and would attempt to sit up taller even though his limbs were beginning to feel like noodles beneath him. He was slipping, losing himself to the demon that usually took over and drove his body when things became too unstable. With his mask of tranquility returning to him and the echoing whisper of her word, 'insane, insane, insane,' ringing in his ears, he thought out his reply.

"A demon that has come to take you home." No more laughter ripped through the air, no more smiles plastered themselves on his face, but those brilliant red eyes were glimmering as they fixated on her with studious fascination and unspoken wit. He got a little closer to her, his nose finding the fur of the scarred part of her face as he tested to see how much she would let him get away with. He wanted to test her, take every inch that she would provide and then discipline her for doing exactly that. None of his sisters would let a man get this close to them, yet she stood strong next to him. His world began to spin and he let go of the thought, a small smirk playing on his lips as he withdrew from her and would stand to his full height, attempting to begin taking her back up the Maw if she followed his lead.