Careful now....you don't want to get attached.

'Creedance huh? Well...that's a mouthful, so even if you mind I'm going to shorten it a bit. So what brings you out here Cree?'

Cree. In a split second, his eyes light up with hell-fire and a snarl escaped his jaws as he lept closer to her, fury radiating off his core. Hackles raised, lips curled to reveal his teeth, if she didn't move he would land close to her, drawing himself to full size, and staring down at her. The snarl would be guttural, the sound that of a demon.

"No one calls me Cree, you spiteful wench. Call me Creedance, or don't call me at all."

He radiated fury, his body quivering with the power of it. Her next words, did nothing to chill his fury, "These?" He asked flicking a glance at the wounds. "Fool, no medic will willingly tend to a demon." Was she a special kind of stupid? Who in the hell was she? Why did she get under his skin so easily?


Her last words, he found himself ignoring. He was to infuriated to think about them. He could only see red, only feel fury at the insufferable wench's outright idocracy in calling him 'Cree.' Who in the hell did she think that she was? Amaranth, was the only alive that called him Creedance. The only, and that inholy bitch was no where for him to find.