Devil May Cry

Ember eyes traveled to the island. The place, though different than what he was used to, caused the brute to be rather sick with its beauty. The sun even began to warm his hide as he wished that the crisp coldness of autumn and winter would hurry it's way back to the male. It had been some time since he had run into his blood family once again, wondering how she was holding herself. The male knew the woman would despise his return to the lands, but, the brute was only interested in rekindling the old flame that burned when they were by each other. The tango of romance and seeing their enemies squeal underneath them was a sight to behold. A deeper analysis happened to cause his thoughts to skip away like a stone upon water as his eyes landed upon the slender frame of that of his old lover.

A slight smirk spread across his maw, eyes of mischief happened keep an eye on the woman as he approached her. "Quite a lovely view, might I say, love. However it cannot compare to your beauty," he spoke, his voice venomous but held a gentleness within him for her as his tail lashed from side to side as he approached her, though somewhat slowly and cautiously as he stayed a good distance from her. He knew the woman wanted him dead, but, he was not backing down from her worthless threats. He wanted to still be beside her and he still loved her, but if only the woman who was too blinded by rage could see that, his expression slowly turning monotone as his eyes stayed locked upon Nephthys, not averting his gaze at all.