Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

The mark turned her head toward him and Ithrik feels a cold satisfaction creeping through his gut. The gentle wave of her tail was enough for him to feel as though he was electrified. The devil whimpered softly and limped forward another step. The sharp glow of his tangerine gaze found her features to be moderately appealing. He wondered faintly what the taste of her tongue would be like. With a shudder, the vile creature motioned to his back leg with a swing of his muzzle and then fixed her once more with his gaze. “Please, little miss... my leg. I haven't eaten in days,” he pleaded with her in a smoky voice, deeper and more sultry in comparison to his typical ghastly tenor.