Devils Back Bitches

Wars swirled in his mind, a battle to remember versus a battle to forget. Red haze enveloped his pristine brain, driving out all reason with a surge of pure madness. Though lost in his world of madness and darkness, he did not miss the scent of an intruder to his space. Cerulean and orange eyes would seek out the intruder, audits pinning back as he heard a growl, not a challenge of dominance more of an alert. A returning snarl, reverberated in his throat, as he turned towards her. An ebony colored woman, dared intrude upon him. Was she insane? His shoulders rolled forward, claws digging into the ground, but he didn't launch himself towards her. No, it had been a long while since he had scented the delights of a woman. His ears ticked forward in interest, her sweet scent filling in the confines of his nose.

A purring noise would rumble in his throat, though his body was charged with madness. He would speak, his voice dangerously low, sultry almost. "Who dares to come into my presence?" He questioned, before answering, nearly making it rhetoric. "An ebony babe, a creature of the dark." Though he left room for her to speak, to announce herself, introduce herself as who she was. "Is she insane or a delight to behold? Someone to defile or someone to revel with me in the darkness, the madness?" Words were rough, and even the madness could not deny his curiosity.