Shadewood Just did a bad thing

He scoffed at her words- not in mockery, but in incredule. Hearts?!...There was no heart in this, no honor in what they had just done. There was nothing here but vile exhibition, of deboned structure. As he brough his crystaline gaze back to her own gems, her face had already turned, lashing the heat and pull of delishes delight up his aud's ridge. There was something undoing about how destructive their species could be, yet it was savored even more when they chose not to become such houndish things. When the maws that could had ripped his ear raggedly from his skull instead trailed temptation upon it. 

No.
There was no heart here. 

There was only power. 

"Desire becomes surrender-" his voice nulled the world around them, silencing even the breeze that tried to interrupt his lesson to his favored amongst filth. "And surrender becomes..." he trailed off, giving himself the ease of finishing his circuit behind her, glacials scalding her back with winter's most forsaken of shards. He expected her to finish the quote, a quiz of her memory as he recalled the very time she had heard his mantra. Her pelt was fading in the scent of Issun, and almost as though a barricade was being erased by his own wish, he pushed himself closer to her, painting her perfume with his much more. Almost a blanket of protection against those who couldn't handle the monsters of misery that they had become.