Overture Downs there is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness

The woman's words reached black ears, and there was a pause, where the earth stilled, and then a low, guttural noise left the dark wolf's body, something akin to a laugh and a cry, mixed into one. The result was an unnatural, unfavorable sound, and paired with the unblinking eyes and the grotesque grin, he looked like a devil uprooted from the deepest pits of hell. His laugh rose to a higher pitch, and he bobbed his head down to look at the female. "The light? Oh mosssst certainly not," he crooned after the cackle had faded. The way she spoke, the way she had worded her sentence sparked curiousity in Snake's broken mind, although the emotion did not show on his body.

He inspected her, tongue now held silent, as he began to circle her, stilted onyx legs bringing him closer at each passing moment. Saliva dripped from black lips as angular head tilted to the right at an almost unnatural angle. The scent of the blood of the mice had reached Snake's nose, and his gaze would repeatedly flicker to the now dead creatures. He could certainly paint a masterpiece with those! Green eyes darted back to the woman. "Do you plan on eating thossse? Or will they be ussssed for...painting?" His eyes focused on the blood that was slowly gathering. He lifted a massive paw and brought it to touch the pool ever so gently, as if anything harder would make it disappear. Drool began to dribble from his chin as he did, and a black tongue darted out of narrow jaws to swipe it away.