Rolling 'is crimson soul-seekers at th' other bytch's antics 'e flipped 'is audits back 'gainst 'is crown as 'e watched 'er. Giving a low, amniostic hiss as 'he looked in 'is direction 'e promptly swung 'is rump as a gesture o' 'is disgust for 'er. Returning 'is gaze t' Atra, slight apologetic look 'pon 'is visage.

Ye and I share somthing then Atra. It seems to thou that many o' these so called shadowed ones be imitations, seeking naught but power and protection. That sun-kisser w.hore o'er yonder be a perfect example. I fear that true cursed ones be in short supply, it may be that ye, I, and th' damned God 'imself be ones o' true blackness. 'e hissed, snarling as 'e caught th' other wenches lyrics.

'He curls 'er peachy velveteens into an amused smirk at 'is words, feeling somewhat flattered, though 'he would not show it to 'im. "Ye are probably quite acurate in saying that stag." 'He hisses, 'er dark eyes watching 'is every movement, 'is interest in 'im growing with every breath 'e took, 'er lust speading like venom through 'er veins as 'er gaze flicks over 'is muscular frame, to the pure evil in 'is oculars and at the sound of 'is deep voice. 'he shuffles 'er flints idly, trying to conceal 'er passionate thoughts.

Strangely golden hued oculi consider th' wench, resgistering th' fact 'he seemed to be flattered by 'is lyrics. Concealing a smirk 'e swishes 'is whipcords - that 'ad been 'is intention to flatter 'er.

Realsing 'he was unsure o' what to say 'e takes a bold step forward and nuzzles 'er 'pon 'er curavture, growling softly in a display o' affection. Bringing ' is maw away from 'er boa 'e flicks 'is audits to catch 'er lyrics. Smriking 'e parts 'is lirbims in answer.

That I probably am, wench 'e hisses, tossing 'is tassels idly.

Sensing 'er orbs pass o'er 'im 'e curves 'is librims into a smirk and speaks 'gain.

Shall we go find a terrain worthy to be called our hell? 'e snarled, watching 'er.

'He quivers slightly at 'is touch, smirking as 'e addressed 'er as wench. Funny, 'he did not mind it from this demon. 'E nips at 'is sonar, grabbing it 'twix 'er pearls then releasing it. 'Er own audits flick to 'is curse, and 'he did not even need to consider the proposition. 'He instictivly presses closer to 'im, nares breathing in 'is divinely masculine scent hungrily. 'He nods, "Yes, lead the way, brute." 'He answers, adding 'er last word in fun, a cheeky smirk on 'er cursers, revealing 'er bright, sharp jaws.

Rolling 'is orbs as 'he seems to enjoy being adressed as wench. Tossing 'is cran as 'he grabs 'is audit with 'er pearls 'e pulls back slightly, relishing th' occaisional twinges o' pain that shoot through 'is audit as 'he clamps down 'pon it. As 'e releases it 'e tosses 'is crown and regards 'er with 'is scalret orbits. Nippin g'er gentlyas 'he addresses 'im as brute 'e snorts cheekily and flicks 'is whipcords 'gainst 'is haunches, and begind to embark 'ward th' Underworld, a place where 'e is sure will reside a worthy harem.

The seductress lashes 'er whips 'cross 'er champagne rose flanks, and lets a contented hiss fly free of 'er librims as 'he embarks after 'im, 'er delicate shale daggers making soft hollow beats on the damned sod. 'Er pools watch the hessian travelling afore 'er with mild interest, 'er mind wandering, wondering where exactly it was thet 'e was taking 'er.