NO ONE IS AT HOME IN MY DARKNESS
The mammoth haunted the ground, toes that were intricately attached through ligament and flesh penetrated the ground. Claws assaulted the ground and his limbs drove the behemoth onward. Stilts raped the ground relentlessly as he would cling to the shadows. The devil out in daylight. The darkness within the creature fermented his outward appearance. A blackness in his fur matched by that within his eyes. He was nothing more that a savage creation of his environment. Like bred like, and he was fed by the chaos and blood that came with power.
Ammon was a victim of a relentless mind, never was it sated. Oh, no. The man was sure it was possible, he had just yet to find the right like of water to soothe the fire. Dark eyes were drawn to the horizon, pace slowly as he allowed the ground to seek refuge from the rough pounding. Jowls parted to suck in the scents of the air. He drew in deep breaths letting his cavities flood before exhaling in a slow, guttural hiss. His attention was captured by a certain intoxicating scent. His brain processed the scent that resulted in a devilish smirk upon his onyx lips. How lovely, he had stumbled across more company of the feminine variety. |
Volatile assassin he was. The man tried not to get caught up in the aesthetics of the matter. No matter how tantalizing they may be. He assessed the woman before him, trying to pick apart her brain. He wanted to find out as much about her as possible. And yet he wanted her to remain a mystery,this was certainly an unusual case for him. No matter, he kept his eyes locked on the babe. Not that he would prefer to look anywhere else. A sharp chuckle was drawn forth from his onyx kissers at her words. He found that very doubtful. He decided to express himself in his native tongue. It was the one he was most comfortable with after all. " ah, mi cara, i find that very hard to believe. do i get the pleasure of knowing you name? " she offered the girl a charming smirk before moving closer. " speech " |