Listen To My Mouthful of Razors
The beast wandered towards terrain he had yet to discover. Winter was prickling disgust at his hide, the snow getting tiresome. It seemed the snow would linger longer then usual, so he sought relief. He wanted heat, and evidently he'd fine it. Coming towards him, a scent he had not expected beckoned him forward. Of course, it was not a scent he could ignore. With a grin beginning to stretch the corners of his maw, he walked forward, amber orbs scanning where the treasure might lie hidden. It surprised him slightly, that the scent came from underground, and with it, the stench of molten rock and death. My, what a curious place to reside.
Stalking forward into the depths of the cavernous subterrain, Sin gazed at the river of lava that burned its way through the Earth's core. The scent of the womans heat mixed with the scent of the lava was alluring, he was drawn like a moth to a flame. Of course, he'd have much more fun then a moth did with a candle. Several moments would pass, the creature padding along silently, the left side of his pelt growing hotter from the river of fire that bubbled only feet from where he was. This would be an amusing place to have a pack...nature itself would pick out the idiots and the weak, while the more cunning and strong survived. Oh, what an amusing thought that was.
And it was through the light of the fire that he saw her. A siren as dark as night, illuminated by the fire nearby, as well as the inferno that was her heat. Approaching, he stopped a mere few feet near her, head high and tail curled dominantly over his haunches. "Well well, what have we here?"
