Be sober, be vigilant

Demons resided here. Marek knew as much. His sisters had abandoned his side, his father their home. His mother was gone, vanished into the veil of death. The reaper had come back to the lands seeking his crown. A Male of two now he had blossomed into a huge monster of a man. His scent was of death and decay. Zeviah would be along he knew. His mate would not resist the trail he left her.

He padded up to a rock, the swamp eating at its base. It would be a good perch to watch from. He was still a silent and deadly killer. His body sprung, making more noise than he would have liked to land upon the rock. His mismatched eyes then scanned about the lands. He was concealed in darkness here. His haunches settled as he eyed the form of another. Her curves and details so familiar but a scent lacked in the air as it brushed towards him. "Sister lacks what the devil gifted her. Does she shy away from her roots? Does it scare her to eat as we always have?" his dual toned voice carried a deep pitch. It was raspy with underuse and his eyes were wild, like a feral beasts.