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EDIT: Aww damn, wrong accout again! I keep forgetting... TT^TT
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Those black ears, raised above him like the horns of some demon, drank in her name. In the darkness of his mind and soul, it dissolved and became nothing, nothing like the nothingness of his soul. Unlike Cwmfen, there was no song that sang, and there was certainly no song in his soul. It was unnervingly empty, like the void of space, like the black holes that drank everything into oblivion. So his soul drank in others mercilessly and without discrimination. His soul was a black world of water an nothingness; the waters of his soul were still, and they were ever still. They raged only with his rage, but that creature that was his anger, his ire, lay dormant. Anger was beneath him. All emotions were beneath him. There was only nothingness that drove him and the whispers in the dark. They laughed, sniggering as they touched the female’s fur. Like worms they threatened to penetrate her skin and soul, to infect her with their disease. With his disease.
“What are you doing here, Sabeen Thames?” That cold, emotionless tenor that dripped with that darkness clawed at her ears with inviting talons, and the effects were both gentler and stronger than the mere shadows that clung to him. He made that mirthless sound, that grating laughter, as she shivered. Her reaction was strange, and that sadistic curiosity that had closed the distance wondered what would make her respond. What invoked a response—any response, from this light eyed fae? But it was almost as if he had already poisoned her as she lingered there. And the male did not move away, lifting that crania slightly as if daring her to resist, to raise her own maw against him. His soft neck was there, wreathed in the white of his pied coat, that white that gave a clear warning.
She did not withdraw, but lingered in his presence. She sat as if accepting the darkness that clung to her, but she had not let it in yet. A sneer tugged at his lips, a cruel thing that threatened to carve itself upon his cruel maw. But cruelty fell short of his physique, and that gesture was left incomplete. His fierce, unrelenting gaze was unmoved as the blackness bore into her. He looked down upon her, his maw dangerously close to her own. He took note of the scar that split her lip, and it was a pity that his jaws may do it again. They searched her, remembering that strange emotion that had accompanied her voice, but such a thing could not register within his mind. He was silent, and it was almost as if he had become that effigy, frozen in time and space. But that tenor, a quiet, dangerous purr, made the darkness shudder. “What can you find there?” There, in his eyes. “What can you see?” That sound again, that grating. It was almost mocking, daring her, as if there were a correct answer to that sinister inquiry. And what if the answer were incorrect? Or, more precicely, was if it were?