Rolled up looking picture perfect

Defined muscle pushes against the leather harness that encases his massive figure, his dark pelt blending almost perfectly with the eerie accessory. Amethyst eyes stay locked on the acidic hues of the woman's gaze before him, his ears perked forward in interest as he waits for her response. So... She hasn't killed anyone yet... How... Intriguing. A dark and devilish smile that seems to pull his lips to his ears devours his facial features, his eyebrows narrowing as he turns his gaze away from the girl, and toward unclaimed territory. "Perhaps we should change that..." Demonic lyrics fall from curled lips, saliva building up within his mouth to eerily seep from the corners of his lips. (much like a rabid animal would do) The thought of spilling blood enticed him. "Follow me, if you dare..." And without another word the man slips away from the woman's close proximity, his robust appendages carrying him toward the border and away from the heart of the moor. He expects her to follow him, but if she didn't... well, that was her own damn loss.  

-exit neios-