Redsand Canyon Depredador

It might have been touching, this woman's dismissal of his ugly flesh. She did not seem at all deterred by it. Juárez thought it was a good trait in a woman. She ought to be grateful to him. She ought to feel blessed that he had even looked at her. And though he took a sinister satisfaction in those who winced away from his face... this was another kind of power that thrilled him. 

Maybe the Gods have decided not to mar perfection, hm? the jaguar offered with a soft tease to his rumbling voice.