Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

She brought herself within range of both body and fang, and Scarecrow knew exactly how near death could seduce him so quickly. But the Warlock was on a teeter totter of testing both tastes of Life, Death, and that gorgeous Unknown in between. Both were the same in and out, but what lies between the shallow shades in difference? What perish song was sung by the souls trapped between identical planes? That was what the bastard sought, And in each wistful and blissful word silkening from Kelina, it only brought him that much closer to clarity in this conundrum.  

“I’m not here to test” he chuckled as though she assumed the lowest of him. “I’m here to take.” It was true; there wasn’t enough time in the universe that could amble past and allow him to waste it on trying certain things -or wolves, in this case- out. Either they were meant to be a meal, or they were meant to be a friend. 

He watched her circle behind him in his mind, closing his dead eyes as he envisioned the skeleton within this dark woman underneath all of that muscle and tendon work. That pale ivory flecked softly under his chin and his self control had never been so nearly undone; he wanted to savagely maul her right then and there, to engorge himself and just feel that tender voice inside him as the others were. So many would hush to listen to her voice, even he, and such a reality sent ice through to his marrow. 

A smile bled across terrible lips. “Fear is bitter; doesn’t do well to sate the sophisticated palate, darling. “