☣ Eyes Of Tomorrow ☣

Mayhaps it was his sinister heart that allowed him little rest, it seemed that the deamon never slept- never rested. Ivory frame contrasted the caves around him, standing out in the dimly lit glow as he maneuvered between their cool walls, his fur brushing against them as the passages grew tight. Oddly coloured oculars were illuminated sporadically, as light filtered in through the cracks. Sound traveled through the dank caves, and he could hear the footsteps and the brushing of fur against rock of another. Curiosity drug him forward, his legs nearly moving of their own volition, as he ventured towards the unknown femme.

Coming behind her, his presence still far enough away he spoke, his sultry voice carrying through the dank caves. ?Traveling to the pits of hell to dine with the devil are you?? His tone was whimsical, almost happy- carefree. As he stopped, several wolf-lengths away from the black beast and awaited her tones.