Where The Edges Blur

Fear.

It was a wonderful thing, the way it curled around his nostrils and tainted the air, the way it excited the more sinister side to his blood, the way it urged him to just attack her and not relent until she was nothing more than a corpse on the ground, an afterthought. But the side of him that ruled with divine right, the side that kept him from going off on everyone that approached...that was the side that kept him just standing there, his eyes keenly moving along her spine and haunches, soon, patience, he wanted to draw this out a bit more. He wanted to taste her fear.

"Ah, this re-minds us, do you per-chance have a mate you need to be get-ting back to?" He asks, his vocal cords rumbling low, the menacing tone to his words where just sharpened by the step forward that he yet again took. Enough talk about pretty flowers and the cure for AIDS, he had other things on his mind.


"Speech"
'thoughts'