Madness and selfishness easily coincide

<3 I don't mind doing the length I am starting to get a little bit of a handle on Sitri, its taken some time though and he is largely unpredictable because of his madness so I do not know what he will do ever.

It had all been for naught that the snow furred spawn followed he. He had known he was there, known all along. Reason why he was unsure, perhaps it was the simple fact that he had been trained by the queen to listen for all manners of vagabonds. Whether they were sneaks or thieves or assassins, all mantles that he himself the demon spawn had worn a time or two in name of the queen. Or perhaps it was simply because he had heightened senses and he had too, after all the man was mad. All one had to do was look into his red orbs of fire and damnation and you could tell that madness lurked there, as if it's snaking tendrils could push forth and come out of his eyes. So to sneak up on him, well another also had to be licking at the heels of madness, for they were stupid if they tried.

Sitri was not handsome anymore, he had been beaten, bruised and bedraggled for far too long during his 4 years on this cursed earth. Oh but he had been handsome once, handsome by far than most, with large rippling muscles and gentler red eyes, though now they were harsh and unforgiving his eyes were. His coat had been lush and the deepest brown, like deep dark soil in the cusp of springtime. However, the queen had seen to it, that none would want him ever again. He had belonged to the queen and no woman was allowed to touch him but she. It was odd for the slave really he had always belonged to a woman owned and manhandled. FIrst his mother and his sister in the deepest darkest pits he dwelled in filth and incest-ion. Then the Queen the demon queen she had taken him for her own.

Sitri found the view awe inspiring if he could put such words to it, though he was slow and he was not the smartest so he could not. If anyone were to ask, to him the demon queen was a compliment. He was showing her respect, it was how his former queen had been liked to be called. Though now as time wore on he found he preferred to just call his new queen nothing more or less than the Jinx Queen. He had seen the youth for awhile now and he had wondered if he was truly the queens spawn and if he was, did that mean he belonged to Lecter a man that alone of any ever men commanded his respect and he gave it willingly, being dominated largely by females throughout his life.

Sitri turned fiery red eyes to the youth that sat idly near him, reclining as if he owned the world. His haughtiness was unbecoming and he would never find a woman that way. They preferred their men less so, though Sitri would never tell him this, on the fact alone that he also demanded respect from a lesser being like Sitri, being that he was the son of the queen. Sitri knows this, he is a demon spawn, no handsomeness does this wolf bear. That alone is a curse you know to be handsome, it will bite you in the rear it always does. With that Sitri looked back towards the horizon dismissing the youth's words like water over stone. Words could not hurt the brute anymore, he had heard them all. The voices began again Stupid sitri stupid stupid, ugly sitri ugly ugly, foolish sitri foolish man. there was nothing the young male had not heard.