Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

A single brow of his rises at her reaction but the smell of her blood reminds him he hasn’t eaten since early last moon. Is cannibalism really out of his league? He supposes not. Though he’s not sure he plans on eating this one. Scare–maybe. Kill–maybe. Play with–positively.

Though he takes in her feminine features and those unruly eyes of hers it makes his smile get fiercer. His left ear twitches in irritation from the tag as he comes forward. “Oh–,” he purrs. “You want my name, Bonita?” He says almost too softly. Even though his voice and face day two different things.

He towers over her with his impressive size and easily outweighs her. Santi lazily walks towards her left as if to make a circle around her. Those ghostly eyes of his burning holes in her pelt as he gazes at her up and down.

“I know not of your stone, Aphrodite.” He growls with that same devious smirk. “I do know that you’re not supposed to be here.” He says punctuating the sentence with a nip and moderately hard pull of her tail though not enough to really hurt too bad. 

He let’s go of her tail. “Such a quaint young lady such as yourself, being in a place so dangerous could lead to something bad–like myself.” He purrs again, voice soft and deep, so different from his voice in the previous sentence.