Crue's paws fell on the earth, and it was like thunder with each step. He liked to think he was a bit of a badass, though others would have likely thought the same.
The large male was not the best company, if anything, he was horrible. He would hurt you for fell for his charms. He would hurt you regardless of what happened really.
The sun had long gone away, keeping at bay from the darkness that dwelled within the body of the male. He was large, following his family's size clearly. He was usually left alone
and those that didn't suffered a cruel fate. He smiled, the thought on his mind. He loved that others feared him. It was intoxicating as a fresh kill. Eventually you just grew to need
the feeling. He could easily say he was addicted to causing pain. He wondered how many actually knew of his existence. How many told their children to stay inside at night in hopes that would
protect them. Though if he wanted them, he'd have them. Parents would do nothing to stop him, or they would die too. Funny how that worked.
His muscles ached, and he could feel his claws as if they were begging to be released from their sheaths. He did as he felt, unsheathing his claws and letting them tear at the earth under him.
He needed to find someone to use these claws on.
Glittyr had traveled a bit too far from her pridelands. The mermaids were careful to not let her go too far. She was of demon blood, same as Crue, but she had never felt a demon. No, if anything, she
felt the need to do good. Her pelt was bright yellow, making no attempt to hide her around her surroundings. She was an adolescent, growing into her body the same as she saw all her other sisters grow.
She was proud of how big she was getting. She was getting her mothers bulk, and her fathers height. She figured she was pretty lucky.
He saw the golden body, a smile appearing once more across the darkness of his features. He stepped closer, his heart beating in his chest like a rhythmic drum. He wanted her. He wanted to hurt her, to eat her
to watch her bleed at his paws.
"Such a bright pelt. It would look good with the crimson of blood." He greeted. Though the only crimson that would look good on the yellow pelt was her own. He wanted to spill it. He was even tired of the majority
of his games. He just wanted to hurt, and he was going to take a page of his fathers book for the time being.
Her eyes shone with fear, and she backed away, her ears perking tot he top of her head. She didn't want to show fear but he was scary, and she felt the fear building deep in her muscles. She prepared to run, and then the
male spoke again.
"If you run, you will die. Be quiet, and do as your told, and I might allow you to live.. a while longer." He added, and stepped closer again. Another smile slithered on his face when he noticed she hadnt taken another step back.
Good, she was smart, and she listened.
"What..What do you want from me?" She asked, trying to keep her voice from breaking. She had to be strong, her sisters would have been strong and now it was her turn.
"I know you. I've seen you." He said, and the familiarity became evident. Where had he seen this little Bumblebee of a girl before? Then it hit him and he busted out laughing. A deep thundering boom.
She didn't remember much about that life. She hardly remembered the face of her mother. The voice of her father. She didn't remember this uncle that stood before her.
"You are that little whelp of a daughter that Sixx bore, aren't you? Should have known he was not capable of killing you. You are alive, and that is such a shame. With a pelt as ugly as yours." He tsked. Where he had no qualms
with the slave colors that the Demons thought. He hated that b***h that Sixx had mated to. And in turn, this female that was just as vibrant.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Okay that was a lie. Though it wasn't evident on her features. She knew the name of her father, same as the name of her mother. The names were the only thing she remembered.. But she would
not admit to her heritage in front of him.
"I'm not ugly either." She frowned.
"Oh but you are. You yellow leech." He growled, and then her visage was replaced with that of Jini. How he wanted to hurt Jini just to get to Sixx. Maybe raping her would be sufficient, but he knew that Jini would fight back. He didnt want
to have to fight to hurt. He wanted to hold the power. Like he did over this girl.
He lunged at her, grabbing shoulder in his jaws as he thrashed his head around. He wanted to rip flesh, feel the blood fill his mouth with delicious ferver. He tasted a bit of the copper, but it didn't fill his mouth like he wanted.
She cried out in pain, sending a paw flying towards him. It hit him in his face, and he felt the heat of the wound. He was sure he had been bloodied. He growled, snarling at her before leaping at her. He wanted to pin her down. Once he did, seh would be done.
He went to pin her down, and she rolled the other direction. Her Sister, the Lady of the Paw, had taught her that move. She didn't look back, she didn't stop. She heard his thundering paws but she knew her size was helping her. She was smaller, quicker, and she
had managed to squirm out of his reach.
"I will get you, b***h!" He screamed out at her. Fury with her burning in his chest..
