was it not more fun to go where the demons hid? To walk the earth as a masqueraded being without much reason to exist? Without reason there was no care to exist and doing what you wanted was an inevitable means of existence. Cepheus had long ago accepted his fate as the being he stood in place as. He was corrupted in the most volatile of ways, and perhaps, it left him jaded and scorned, but did he requite anything less when his behavior was so absurd? Not really, and that was, perhaps, what cost him the most in his life--his absurdness. Devious by design he moved, frame skulking behind a tree and his eyes lingering on that of which moved through the woods. He wanted to find prey, but not just any prey, something someone would miss, something that would tear someone apart. He cared little about causing heartache, it was merely a bonus on his feeding rituals. He was a unique breed of man that was going to find a meaning untouched by any repugnant being. He had his path in life, living it was not taxing on his mind, for it had always been known he was only bred of greed.

OOC: I think this was posted just before Ren came into season so theres no need for her to be all wary and shizz.

sensuous was her march as the wraith advanced, the lustrous cape of snow white that so gracefully adorned her very flesh, radiant under the pale sun of the early morning, as she slithered, oh so sensually, across the faint breeze whose fingers dared touch the boulder and its limits. it was a slight relief, indeed, to walk among the lands she had more than once explored -but never truly known - but still it glimmers under the young sun oh so beautifully.

meandering slowly through the shadows it'd trace over her, all around her- until finally a brute would be awoken in her sights. Renesme would near closer until she was a respectable distance- still Ren would be consumed by darkness standing beside a tree, her paws kissing the earth as she steps near its place. She would remain silent, her red lips sealed together as her orbs assess him over, what was he doing?

the serpent would become quite aware of her presence, and it would not be some incredible time proceeding her advancement either. his senses were keen and viable and had everything to do with him. tongue climbed across his inky lips with the mimicry of a serpent. eyes locked onto her in their vermilion distaste. glittering green pressed into her very core, analyzing her soul, and devouring her features. nails idly clicked against the ground as his tail swayed indolently behind him. and then, he moved. the boy would surge forward before turning to stare at her, to scrutinize her. she was a Glacieite, of this much he was certain--though it was likely she was just another abominable whore. could he call her that? when his only objective was to spread his seed and cover the earth in his blood? no, it was not a fair accusation to make, but he cared little for fairness for it had never been spared to him. allegiances were made, perhaps, and that was the depth of his fore-goings. speechless in her presence, though not to be mistaken for the reasoning of some impressive beauty she withheld for her beauty was unknown by him, for his eyes were too broken. silence was his captor and in it he relished and lusted and burned.