The Sunspire Falling Away

After his command, she said nothing more. Raheerah wasn't sure if what he should expect was more protesting, or an acceptance of the gift, but when he heard only silence in between the starved devouring of the meat he assumed the latter. He twisted an ear back to listen, and relished the sound of flesh tearing, juices squirming between teeth. He even dared to steal a glance at the woman as she fed, and felt a yawn of pleasure come over him to see the crimson stain her caramel-coloured fur. Some may have considered it a blemish, but this was the kind of beauty that the dragon admired. Hellish, carnal. A reflection of one's inner monster, to feed so hungrily and without regard.

But he caught himself staring. Raheerah quickly turned away again, running his tongue over his nose and then his teeth. He, too, could still taste the blood of the catch. It had been a good meal. The beast was patient for her to finish, and concluded that she had as the frenzied feeding sounds had ended. No shifting his posture, he spoke over his shoulder once again. "Coomme." The monster invited. "Sit with mee."

Still he did not look at her, tipping his chin back towards the outward forest. He did not know if she would so easily follow his command this second time. He only hoped that she would not take the opportunity to flee again - Raheerah had grown dreadfully tired of chasing her. Besides, how could a little company hurt? If she would reject his command, then surely she should be the selfish one.