Part of her was pleading for her to turn around and run, find safety and rest. But for Charlotte, sensibilty was never and option; not when the much more curious parts of her mind were racing a mile a minute. The borders were marked in blood, clear as day, a scent that the young woman would never forget. She was careful not to overstep the border, no matter how badly she longed to know what lie beyond on the pungent line.
Charlotte wasn't much a fan of the darkness looming over her, but it gave the scene an eery feel; one that interested the youthful harlot.
she did not belong.
he had not even approached, merely watched from the shadows, the golden coat much like the boy who had recently left the wood. His optics blinked but once, then he was propelled into motion. He had been quick to learn the ways if the wood, and how to move silent within them, and the way he approached the woman was no different, stalking gait near silent in the snow.
he did not speak as he neared, merely stilled his paws and regarded her with a gaze as piercing as it was cold, the boy appearing far older then he was.
Tick tock went the clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The beast did not flee from the shadows that surrounded him like a thick, gelatinous mass. He was rather among them, and he let them swallow him as he danced. The howling of the wind was his song, the rhythm of the drums his beat, and in the darkness, he was unstoppable.
A female's and a male's scent stuck on his nostrils like tar, and he drew in a breath before a jack-o-lantern smile was curling over a black muzzle. Snake's wild eyes searched the other's and his grotesque grin widened.
"What do we have here?"
His voice was dark but relatively smooth, intrigued even, and Snake's eyes were trained hungrily upon his "new friends". His chest heaved with his inane passion for the darkness, and with it he seemed to swell. The fiend's eyes grew impossibly wider and he lowered his face down to the stranger's, breath spilling hot and imposing.
A dark entity dashed from the treeline, youthful but large enough to intimidate the femme. Charlotte took a step back and cocked her head curiously, looking sheepishly at the first young male to stand in her way. Then came another, obviously more confident and stable in his way. His words curled around Charlotte's ears, teasing her with their patronizing connotation. It was immediately obvious that this isn't where she wanted to be, and had she depended on common sense as much as she did her own four paws, she might've chosen to run then and there.
But she didn't.
Rather, Charlotte stood her ground and spoke back, Hello.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but audible nonetheless. She wanted to leave, get away from the threat, but her own inquisition left her paralyzed.
He was not especially fond of Snake.
Never the less, there was an...interest that the male had, a hint of something different that the boy was interested in. And, as long as it was not directed at him, (his packmetes he did not care for very much) he longed to see the male in action, with his taunting words and eery ways. Merely sitting, like a bored king with a touch of sadistic nature, his gaze travelled to Snake, waiting to see exactly what the brute could do.
so sorry for the wait! feel free to skip me if I take too long to reply
Green eyes flickered between the two before him, his head sweeping left and right like a snake ready to dart forwards and snatch it's prey in poisonous jaws. The woman was a stranger to the man, but Abraxas, oh Abraxas he most certainly knew, and Snake's eyes lingered on the boy for a moment, lips peeling backwards to reveal ivory teeth in a grin. Black head dipped low in a curt nod, a greeting to the male, it seemed.
Eyes rolled to the woman this time. She was beautiful delicacy, and oh how badly he yearned to unpurify her, destroy the beauty she held, to see her bleed. Charcoal black lips tingled, holding manic laugh in his throat as his voice rang out, slipping from a black tongue in smooth syllables. "Ah, so she's a quiet one. You look ssscared, darling, why have you not run away?" Said tongue slid over his jaws, gliding over his nose before slipping back inside the pits of his mouth, a devilish gleam flashing within his eyes.
Charlotte wasn't so much quiet as she was petrified. In fact, that instant may have been the first in her entire life where she was at a complete loss for words. She cowered backward with her tail tucked tightly between her legs and her ears pressed flush with her skull. An intense silence took over the scene as her eyes flickered between the two males with a curiousity that would eventually lead to her demise. Regardless, there wasn't much that she could do in the moment beside wait to see what they would do next.
The greeting was noted, yet the inky thing the boy offered in return was a glance of optics cold and emotionless. They turned to the woman once more in idle amusement, then to Snake, and the slightest touch of a grin graced his muzzle. His gaze spoke an invitation, for the dark male to do whatever he wished with this woman, for she was of no use to the pack, and simply letting her go on her merry way was of no wish to the boy. He wanted to see what Snake would do.
aghh sorry I feel as if my posts are getting worse and worse oml. i've been sick all day and just feel kinda ehhhh. Rip my writing muse ^^;
The beast swept his head toward Abraxas, and crazed eyes caught a grin pulling at the boy's quiet lips. His gaze was focused on Snake, and his own green eyes flashed dangerously, a chuckle starting low in his throat, soft and barely noticeable at first. When he noticed the female's frightened body language, that chuckle dissolved, and laughter, hysterical, insane laughter began pouring from his maw.
Snake inched closer, closer, closer to the woman, body twisting and turning in an almost abnormal fashion, eyes unblinking and ears pointed straight ahead, curved upwards like the horns of the devil. He pressed his massive body ever closer until he was uncomfortably invading her space, muzzle stretching forwards in an attempt to nose into her fur, and if she wouldn't move away fast enough, perhaps, just perhaps nip at her flesh; take a little...taste.