BITCH IM ALIVE, THE DEVIL IS A LIE
He was started by her presence, withdrawing from her proximity immediately. His lips curled back, words falling clumsily from his dark jaws. Bemused laughter would echo in her ears. He was feral. Had withdrawn from the world, secluding himself in this place. Her gaze would following him, examining the carcass he had meticulously taken apart. Brows lifted in surprise, though a small amount of admiration shone in her eyes.
She would turn back to him, noting his dominant posture, though it lacked in his voice. "It wasn't so hard, I just had to follow that poor creatures blood." She would approach, her crown dropping to examine the dead wolf, eyes sliding to the organs set to the side. Audits remained turned in his direction, keeping tabs on him. He would be foolish to attack, else he wanted to end up like his look alike. Claimed. |