We Were Never Here[P]

The crypt was somewhere that he was familiar with, he had spend the time learning its twists and turns. He stayed here most of the time, having fun spooking any wolves who dared to tempt the fates within these caverns. He was in them now, going a littler farther than he had before, making sure to stop and follow his own scent back until he knew the path. It was when he was following his scent that he picked up the smell of a female, one that was faintly familiar too. But who was it? He had taken many bitches, so trying to put a face to the scent was not easy for him. Rounding a slight turn he couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the dame, he hadn't quickly forgotten that crimson tainted beauty, she had been so lost and innocent. Goldilocks. "Lost, little dove?" He asked softly, his silver eyes looking almost black within the darkness of the cave. He hadn't seen her for a few weeks, or was it more? He didn't keep track of time too much, but he knew that it had not been yesterday. "Are you fairing well, sweet Goldilocks?" He asked, drawing his large frame closer to here. There wasn't many places that she could run without risking getting lost. Stretching out to nuzzle her cheek, he took in her smell. It wasn't hard to sense that she was still in heat, and it didn't make him want her any less. That scent was toxic, and she had yet again brought it away from the safety of numbers. Had she not learned from the first time that beasts lingered in the dark? That smell of hers was like a beacon, and he already knew how to win her over.

He waited for her to speak, tongue lapping over her ear as he hoped to draw those precious little shivers out of her again. "Did you not learn your lesson the first time? Or have you come back for more?" He asked, that wicked grin cracking his black lips. Yes, he was not a nice guy. But Charaz didn't give a fuck about anybody, because nobody but himself truly mattered.