Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

Thank you. Your's is amazing also. <3

Body built for death, honed to perfection came upon where he stood. Dreven took it all in one glance. Handsome face. Well-built body. Built for murder, but also for pleasure. Dreven knew how to please this one too. He was dominant, alpha, he would prefer control, though he'd also like to be controlled sometimes. This was not unknown to the warrior consort.

Dreven wrinkled his own maw over sharp teeth. His own savage, deep growl penetrating the cold silence, save or the sound of the fleeing.The dying. There is nothing Dreven wants here. For now.

Dreven hid a snicker and a smile at the cretures loss of their prey. His teeth snapping air. Scarred beast simply moved into sight again, causing the doe to roll her eyes in fear.

Dreven enjoyed the sight. A sense of deep longing pooled along his back and deep into his neck. Though he quickly squirreled it away. What was one to do when they were made to pleasure others, except take their own. Display of death, unfurled in front of him. Gasping. Panting. Screaming. So many throes. Panic. Then acceptance. Then death. The doe no longer shuddered, and blood swirled along the water turning it crimson as it flowed away. to be clear in hours time.

Dreven met his gaze with his own, a smirk dancing along his muzzle. You could try, but I don't kill as easily. Gravelly voice. Thick, husky. Full bodied. Years of ill use turned it rough. Grating.