A small smile played on his lips at the femme words, I guess she gets that a lot . It wasn't what she said though, her words were like vanilla pudding, sweet in their ordinary sort of way, Depends who you ask, darling. it was the richness of his tones – luxurious and warm. Like a baritone in church. It was a voice to sink in as it attempted to wrap you up. Yet, vibrating with power and command like a general overseeing his troops. It was a voice with authority as a kindly laugh shook the ground like a storm. You are not afraid of monsters, that much is clear. he was drewing near now, calculating his steps until he was in front of her before he attempted to circle her luscious frame -- crimson gaze roaming oer her cuves and muscle that might be rippling underneath that dulcet skin. What are you a afraid of? He spoke as if he controled the world, his experience seeping through. Confidence radiated through every fiber of his body and he enjoyed the thrill of the chase ; predator and prey. even though their roles have not yet been established in his mind this was a dangerous game of cat and mouse and oh, how much he loved to play.
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Lord of Destruction, God of Disaster
Evil characters do evil things. Be warned, you thread with a psychopath; anything is possible.
