03-05-2011, 01:02 AM
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She couldn’t understand. It didn’t faze him. He never sought empathy from others. He disconcerted her, and he drove feral pleasure from this fact. He preferred fear and wariness to companionship. He was, after all, the Prince of Fear to the end.
“Goodbye, little Lykoi,” he responded, his voice a low croon. Red eyes followed her departure, before slinking back into the darkness.