SWEET NOTHING

white figure paced relentless through the lands, the demon seeking another soul to claim. alabaster figure contrasted the world around him, the ivory tones of his glorious coat broken only by the markings adoring his fact and the grey tipped tail he so desperately cleansed. black marking would wrap around his left cerulean blue ocular, a trait for his bitch of a mother no doubt, whiles the gold on his right a trait from his bastard father. seemingly he'd take them with him where-ever he went. 35 inches from the ground, he stood, his size something he had come to nearly bow down to in adoration, to say he loved himself would nearly be an understatement.

sulfuric smell wafted through his nostrils, as well as the scent of something sweet, a fea, it called to him, sang to his blood. it pulled him forward drawing him towards her. when his oculars laid on her, he wasn't dissapointed. red pelt, so different from his own, so astounding, so gorgeous. french tones would exit his jaws has he addressed her, "bonjour il cherie"