The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

the girl showed her teeth as he drew close - he showed his back, in a gruesome yet silent snarl. the show of fangs would not be enough to dissuade him -- if anything, it only seemed to sharpen his hunger for her. he was not oblivious to the thin thread of discomfort that coursed through her - and it hastened his gestures towards her.

infuriatingly, there came no answer from the detestable man.

iliksis curled around the girl like some dark plume, his skin desiring the contact of her flesh -- and if she did not turn from then, or fight back, he would consume her in the only way he knew how. should the girl not contest the immediacy of their bodies, he would draw his body alongside hers in predatory hunger, testing his limits by pressing against her, and feeling their breaths rise and fall in shared rhythm.