A God Amongst Mortals

The man pauses, his weight shifting over to the right and then rocking toward the left. His eyes move in a disjointed way, jerking slowly and sporadically over to Roman, his tongue slowly slides out of his mouth, just hanging and dripping with saliva as he obviously sizes her up, his eyes sliding along her flesh before moving back toward the tree. His head lowers suddenly aligning with his spine as his tail curls above his back, jaws snapping firmly together at the question as the silence seeps from him, taking moments not to answer as the tip of his tongue dances along his canines again.

Steps. His legs stretch forward, his body shifting as he approaches Roman, his gaze searching for hers as his vocal cords vibrate, the laughter sounding more slick and wet than dry and course. She wanted to know what we want to play with? This interested the man, and anything that caught his interest was subject to all sorts of fun. Maiming. Rape. Death. Alas, cruel he was not, insane perhaps, but the boarder between cruel and insane was often a fine one, isn?t it?

Soon though, while his mind is rambling he finds himself closer to her than required, his eyes only flicking toward her as his lips drop back over his teeth and then pull back into a sadistic smirk. ?We seek to pl-ah, with whatever and whom-ever, makes the mis-fortune?? He stops, his voice clipping, baritones reverberating as he twitches his nose only sharply sniffing at Roman. A distinct snort makes its way from his body as he snaps his teeth together. ?We see, we see. Th-is, is yours.?

He disconnects, muscles growing tense under him as his haunches lower just slightly, hind legs spreading as he goes to balance his weight. ?We supp-ose that here suits us, thou-gh?? The man trails off once again, tongue sliding back between his jaws as a tainted chuckle escapes him. ?We sha-ll he-lp, yes we will, yes we will, tho-ugh we ask to have our vic-tims left to us?? He finally finishes.