You Have The Right To Remain Violent

The large beast stalked into the area, commanding attention with his fiery orange pelt and burning silver eyes. He was pretty much the shit, and everyone around him should know that. Not that he cared too much, he knew that he was the bee's knees and no one else mattered. As long as he was here, Alacrita should survive. Charaz was just marching along when the heady scent of a female wafted into his nose, and he gladly followed the delicate trail. It wasn't long before her alabaster bodice came into sight, the tall brute licking his chops. Mmm, she was yummy looking. Maybe he could devour her with his own orange body, draping about her with ease. Yum yum.

His audits perked when he heard her ask for someone named Eric, apparently angry that he didn't answer. "I've never been called Eric before babe, but you can call me whatever you little heart desires. As for the fucking part, yes please." He chimed in, his deep baritone lifting towards her as his long legs easily closed the distance between them.