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Demon was..... pleased. On his body were fresh wounds from yet another fight he had won, he could still taste the flesh he had stolen from his opponant and part of him was longing for more despite the fact he was full.

Satisifaction was evident as he walked, there was a spark to his step, a swagger that couldn't be ignored or denied. The Moon hung low in the sky only adding to his pleasure, there was something so haunting about the night sky. It whispered of death and victory..... he had heard rumours that old warriors were preserved forever in the stars. He would join them one day.... of this he was sure. He would fight and destroy, kill and capture until he found the key to eternal rememberance.

Night creatures stopped their songs and starred at him in the darkness..... he could almost hear their prayers for him to leave them be, and lucky for them tonight he had no intention to taunt such low creatures, no... tonight he had better plans. He would celebrate!

Demon looked left and right.... he was sure he heard something. He stilled, a shadow moving in the corner of eyes. As swiftly as he could he turned and saw.... nothing. Shadow's playing tricks on him?

He cocked an eyebrow, nothing could spoil his happy mood. Ignoring it he turned back onto his path.

It happened again.

This time when he turned he didn't allow himself to believe it was simply a shadow.... superstitious perhaps but the saying 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me'. He would not be made a fool. "Who's there?" He called, a snap growl hidden in his voice.

As he watched he saw.... eyes?

He blinked, but sure enough before him were several eyes. Staring back to him. He would have assumed they belonged to different animals.... except they were all the same colour, and there was something about them that just screamed to him as belonging to the same... he couldn't put his hoof on it.

He would give the creature one more chance, he was in a generous mood afterall, he could still feel the pleasant sting of his fresh wounds. "Do not mess with me beast. Reveal yourself!" He placed all the authority he could muster into his voice.

He blinked. And then blinked again just to make sure..... but yes.... the creature bore paws and was a shadow?

He growl, defensively perhaps but he did...... part of him didn't want the creature to come closer, though the other half wanted to understand more. His freshly opened wounds stung, reminding him of the joy of this evening.... he had been looking for something different had he not? Why not take what opportunity presented him with.

Relaxing slightly he tilted his head to look and observe the creature a little while. "What are you?" He asked after a while. Curiousity killed the cat.... but in this case, Demon just purred.

Demon chuckled at her responce, he could have guessed that..... darkness.... shadows, she looked it too. "Interesting," He found himself saying as his eyes darted from eye to eye as he tried to comprehend what was happening.... it seemed this small creature, no bigger than a foal he suspected, was as curious about him as he was about it.

As she spoke, her voice almost.... enchanting, he found he had to force himself to shake his head to clear his thoughts. True, he was nothing like she was.... and only as she spoke did he begin to recognise the innocence in her voice, and he remembered how she had mentioned her father.... was she truely only a foal? He raised his eyebrow again. Taking a moment to take in her many details. Eyes of blood red, focused on him.... tail and body that seemed as solid as a shadow... pawed feet.

Usually Demon would consider himself the badest thing alive.... stronger and faster than most of the other breeds.... yet he knew of two others, Angenis could fly faster and higher than any other breed, and Pure Skinwalkers possessed paws and a strength that was uncomparable... not that he would admit they were superior in any way of course; but he admired their 'talents' and was training for many of his own.

Finally he answered the small ones questions; "I am a Kalona."

Demon watched, his body visably tensed as she approached but he didn't move.... would not allow himself that, he was no coward. If he couldn't survive he would die.... it was the way of the world.

"Yes," he said as she repeated his breed, "Kalona.... we are known as the demons of this world." True enough, they were considered the opposite to the mighty and angenlic Angeni.... a fact he was proud of.

As she flashed her fangs he couldn't resist the soft chuckle that escaped him, but he caught it quickly and coughed instead. "Ah.... fangs...." He lowered his head to look at her face and fangs more clearly, it was obvious this creature was looking for something... approval perhaps. Still, Demon wouldn't fully allow himself to relax, to do so would surely mean his doom. Feeling safe enough he flashed his own, a tooth grin that had scared many.... but he had a feeling it would not have that effect on this little one. "Not all of my kind have these large fangs... they are a family trait, just like your shadows are." He had inheritted his fangs from his father, the nose spikes from his mother..... in his mind, he was a leathal mix of his parents, a natural born killed. "Do they not scare you?" He asked, more curiously than longingly.

Demon would usually have been offended by such a comment.... but part of him could almost see the truth of his words, so he let it go. A rare sight indeed... he was sure his sister Fathom would have taunted him for eternity had she seen, thankfully she had not. "Perhaps...."

From how she spoke it was clear she.... felt something for her family, it was something he couldn't exactly identify with. He had never loved his parents... he had respect for them and their deeds.... sure, but love? It was an alien concept, the closest to which he supposed was the connection between him and his sister Fathom, he had little interest in Viscious.... never had and never would. She was a gnat as far as Demon was concerned. "It seems you lineage is strong..... mine consists of dragons." True enough, if you considered the wings of his mother and grandmother... wings that his sister Fathom had inherited. He may not look it, but he was a true Kalona. Dark to the core with the added strength provided by the mutant gene that clung to his family line. Still, he had used the word more for the foals purpose... a way to intregue her further he supposed. "My name is Demon." He bowed his head, never taking his two eyes of her and her many.

Then came the challeng. He watched her slight form for a moment... he was tempted to try, but he knew it was bet he would lose.... and Demon HATED losing, much more than he hated losing a kill... a deverstating occurance. "I shall pass." He stated, but decided to play in another way, "I believe you are a trickster... you know I can not touch you." He winked at her playfully.

Was he.... having fun?

The excitment she held in her voice at the discover of his lineage being connected with Dragon's brought him joy... if a creature such as her could be 'impressed' but such a line then he was satisifed once more that he was a force not to be messed with, not that he needed the reassurance, of course. "I know," he said, his usual cocky attitude back. He was the victor this night after all... another fight, another victum. And not once had Demon truely shown 'Mercy', for those he allowed to live were only allowed to if living would be more torturous than dying.... and oh, Demon liked to torture.

A menacing grin covered his face.

"I suppose not," he mused at her comment and stood tall before her once more, "But it is not as if I had a chance...." why play when you were garenteed to lose? There was no point to such an action, again he reminded himself..... I do not lose well. If he did... something or someone usually ended up dead.

As she introduced himself he cocked an eyebrow once more, it was obvious this foal was proud of her heritage... so she should be given her line.... but she was too.... he contemplated it for a moment before discovering the right word... soft. He would love to see her, strong and fierce. Destroying without Mercy or hope..... oh.... she would be a sight to behold. Magnificent.

Snapping himself from his thoughts, he bowed his head in mock greeting as he spoke; "A pleasure Goddess." then he added, "I only hope one day you rise to your powers and enslave all those who claim to be good and kindheart.... drag them to the underworld for a torture they will never forget." Or survive he added mentally.