You Have The Right To Remain Violent

Sure turned to face him, and he saw that she had two different coloured eyes. Well that was quite strange, eyes were supposed to be the same colour, like his. But his eyes were pretty fabulous, looking like melted silver and shit. Yeah, Charaz was pretty epic. He laughed when she talked about sleeping, his long tail slowly sweeping behind him. "Oh darling, there will be no sleeping if I have my way with you. I'm not into the pretty shit, I like it hardcore babe." He hissed, his eyes dancing as he thought of thrusting himself into her. Was he horny? Hells to the yes he was. When wasn't he was probably the better answer. The tall demon would walk around her in a circle, stretching out his neck as he attempted to place harsh little nibbles along her flank. "No, if we get down and dirty there will be scars and bruises to show off like trophies." Cause who the hell wouldn't show off after he humped them?

She asked of his name, calling him the sun. His head tipped back as he laughed at that one, lowering it again to shoot his dagger gaze at her. "The sun, I rather like that. Yes, how about you call me The Sun, and I will call you The Snow. Cause I'm going to melt your hot bod." He chuckled, his tail lashing out and smacking against her rump. He didn't ask of her name, cause he didn't give to shits. Snow would work.