Somebody that I used to know

Ivory strands of fur covered him, their purity unmarred by anything except for the markings that adorned his face, and the ash that colored his tail tip. He was flawless, his towering form standing at a relatively large height, though not grotesquely tall. Muscle formed his bulky stature, making him seem even more intimidating, his angular face framed by golden and ebony markings that curved like talons around his eyes. His eyes, oh, the eyes that fit so gracefully into his skull where of the purest amber and the cleanest cerulean. He could appear an angel, until you shelved into the darkness that was his mind. An angel cast from the confines of heaven, sent to punish all the mortals that spat against their God above, or perhaps he had clawed his way from the pits of hell. The latter idea seemed more palpable, he mirrored a devil, dangerously seductive. It was as if he was created to bring empires to their knees. He lived for the kill, feeling the bones snap in the spine of his victims, feeling their jugular pump against his canines, as he would bite down- ending their miserable lives. Their crimson tides that would stain his pristine form, never phased him. In fact, in the face of their deaths he could sometimes be found rolling about their blood, all before carefully cleaning himself later- presenting himself as an angel... disguising the devil within.

He traveled relentlessly, never satisfied with where his paws paused. These lands were so lifeless, so amicable. How could anyone survive here? If he were a better man, perhaps he would leave the lands in their peace- rather than ravaging the lands, looking for someone to victimize. A clear call would ring through the fjord he found himself in, and he would pause. The call was loud, as it swirled through the air, meaning he was close to the dame who dared to cry out and announce her alone presence. Well, he couldn't disappoint her, now could he? That wouldn't be very gentlemen like. Scoffing lightly, at the thought that danced about his mind, he turned, moving towards the sound. The scarred woman would be in his gaze soon, a pristine form of ivory- much like himself. Approaching her right side from the trees he would try to come as close to her as possible, before sultry words would pry themselves from his jaws. "The angel calls out, alerting the devils that she is all alone. What an idiotic angel." His tone is harsh, though there is a silky edge too it. Almost inviting her to come in, to come closer, before his canines would seek to rip her heart from her chest.