He would trek across the lands, the dark brute seeking out someone to fall prey to his bloodlust. He was relentless, his victims never escaping. And should they choose to try and run, he would track them down...the beast walked silently, aqua blue eyes the only thing flashing among the night. His pelt rippled in the winds, muscles rippling beneath. His demeanor never betrayed what the demon truly was, though he would not expose his true intentions. A scent would cross his nose, followed soon by the sound of crying. Easy prey? Perhaps so. The male would change course, following the scent and sound until he would come upon her. A sneer would twist his features, darkened gaze watching her weakened form as he approached downwind. "Hello pretty lady...you seem so...alone. Tell me, what ails you little rabbit?"
