It was terribly disgusting, this land where one was to come and find their "true love"; to have their knight in shining armor come and sweep them off their feet. Well, sorry to break it to you Ladies, but what you see is what you get, and not every light brings good just as darkness doesn't always result with evil. But again, this light doesn't apply to that saying either. I'm no bright light, and I'm not good, bitch this is evil if you want to call it that, for I don't exactly see myself as, quote, evil, but just as myself. So you know, you need to shove your head up your ass before you judge me, or it will be shoved up after being detached.

Icy oracles gazed across the land, it's vacantness being almost a delight, though I'm here to find mares, it was still...very nice to see that I'm not going have to shove a few pitiful lights out of the way. Oh but don't get me wrong, I'd love to splatter some blood around and wallow in a pile of flesh and entrails and hear their screams fading to nothing in the empty surroundings. Yeah, morbid, maybe, loving it, hell yes!

Just before turning to leave, I caught sight of movement. A snarl was quickly aroused and I had to quickly stifle it. The hunt was now on, as to what I'd seen I didn't know, but scent alone was all I could ever need. Turning my ebon frame, I moved quietly toward the area where I'd see the flash of movement and the lift of sand from the geo. But before I could even get to a good stalking position, she stood and I felt myself come up short.

Well, isn't this lovely. A fem, all alone, and so...delishous looking. A smirk was paced upon my maw, as I moved toward her. Maybe I'd have some fun with this one, or maybe if she wasn't all too interesting, I'd have my meal early. Stopping a few feet from the vixen I cleared my throat almost rudely but yet in a polite way for a dark right? Hell yeah. Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice...how...alone you are. But please don't let me interrupt you. His smirk couldn't have been hidden if his head had been shoved up his ass, but he was just having fun. Which was rare.

OOC: Sorry suckish I know but I'm still getting back into character.

He laughed softly to himself at her statement. Ah, what a response, maybe he wouldn't kill her...just yet. Orbs closed slightly and his smirk grew before he spoke in neutral tones. Ah but whoever said I'd be watching? He lifted an invisible brow as he inquired her on her statement. There are plenty of other ways to waste my time than to grow bored in this wretched part of the hell hole. But what makes you believe you deserve my cursing to even be picked up by those dainty ears of yours? Do you possibly think you are more worthy of that knowledge than the other whores around here? Maybe he was trying to rile her, to get her angry. But the fact was that would only quickly decided her fate. If she proposed to attack, to try and tear his flesh with her blades or enamels, then he would counter act and it wouldn't end well for the fem.

He was a well practiced hunter, his father and mother both being so and his father an assassin and of great skill. So the fact of killing, and the ability along with the knowledge to do so was more heredity than anything else. Poor bitch wouldn't even have a chance. But his interest in her was growing, about point five centimeters a second but growing none the less. Perhaps he wouldn't be sauntering off home alone today, but maybe on the outside chance that he still would mattered little to nothing to him. Twisting his harks back and down into his skull he held his head high, but he wasn't showing off for anyone, only getting a better look at the creature before him.

To know my cursing, since you've inquired it, I will surrender it, but not without knowledge of yours and perhaps, if you feel I deserve it, the cursing of your 'rentals. There was something odd about the femora, an aura about her that was simply screaming "You don't know me fool! I'll whoop your ass and wipe the dirty floor with ya! So back of bitch!" Yeah, something like that, but he could sense that perhaps, there was something significant about her creators. But he could only know if she was willing to give him the information.

He merely listened to her speak, not a twitch was rewarded to it either. Oh my, did she think he was implying that she was a slut? Hmm, guilty conscience maybe? Nope, apparently not but either way, it mattered not. If you wish to think that I was meaning you were a slut then that's fine by me, but the intention you have misjudged. Being blind isn't always a bad thing in my perspective, it keeps you from having to deal with seeing what you wish to not be burdened with when the memories come to haunt you later on. Ah hell, did he just fucking say that? Apparently so, but he didn't care. Suddenly, he mind wasn't alone and he felt a familiar warmth overcome his entire frame.

Hey hey hey, did you miss me? I see I've got my work cut out for me eh? Ooh what's this? You got yourself a new bitch? Or are you just toying with her and getting ready to spill her guts unto the soil?

An almost pleased, yet invisible, shudder moved through him as he heard Demon speak. Yeah not a very original name but it was his name. An invisible smirk lit up in his mind and he answered without speaking. "No, I've not decided on what to make out at this point. Turns out she's Devils Assassin's daughter. Though it was pretty obvious from the start." He snorted lightly, moving his mind back to concentrate on the fem.

Devils Assassin eh? I've heard of the brute, never got to lay my eyes upon him, but the name definitely rings a few bells. Was he going to make a big deal about her father? No. Was he even going to act surprised? Hell no. Did it change anything? Again, hell no. To him, she was just like any other bitch that crossed his path, whether to shove her aside or give her a little 'attention' was just a quick decision. My father no one knows, same goes to my mother, but they cursed me with the ever annoying name of Krashonador. Though for those who feel it is too much of a burden to have to say it all, prefer Krash. Ugh, he did it again. When would he ever learn to shut his damned mouth?! Curious, but does the name actually fit the sight before me? Was he teasing her? Maybe. And the purpose was plain to see, he wasn't trying to insult her, that just wasn't his way, but maybe again, he was just simply trying to rile her.

Jeesh, looks like you've got your hands full with this bitch. She yours or you trying to claim her 'heart'? As if, she a dark why would she want a sorry piece of trash like you? Oh that's right, because I'm with you. HA HA HA.

Shut up, just because you are with me, doesn't change anything. Dumbass. He growled silently, and stared at the fem before him. He was beginning to grow tired of Demon already, and he hadn't bothered him in so long he'd almost missed him, now he was wondering how he could have ever missed such an obnoxious little pain in the fucking ass. Looking away from her for a moment, he glanced around the terrain, seeing if maybe, perhaps, he could find another hunk of flesh that he could chase down and devour, his stomach was beginning to annoy him. There was a small wolf off on the other end of the clearing and a lone mare even further down the timber line. Oh how tempting it was to just leave this bitch, take either creature down, feast a bit and then she how she looked at him then. Covered with blood and the juices of the poor victims organs and what not, with his sharp smile and blood colored glint to his eyes, though they were almost white blue at the moment. Nah, he'd just wait, his stomach could handle it. Couldn't it? He wasn't so sure. She was already looking a bit yummy but he was restraining himself from tearing her throat out so thinking about it wasn't going to help much.

He looked back at her when she asked the question. Ha, so she was being sarcastic, not that it mattered to him, but no he didn't need to know anything. As a matter of fact, he didn't care if she said anything to him, but he'd only asked her simply questions. But hey, maybe now was a good time to ask if she wanted to come home with him. Not like she'd accept him anyway, at this rate she'd probably roll those dark crimson orbs of hers and twitch away, hips shaking the whole time. He snorted in response to her tones, and rolled his eyes a little. No, though I am curious to ask if you'd mind finding a place in my lands. Though by the looks of it, I don't believe you're interested in being anywhere. Especially here, but I'm not going to make asumptions. So forget everthing I said. Besides that I'm inviting you to a home, if that is what you really want. He waited, staring at her, but not in a really rude mannar, just in a decent one. He wasn't going to try and make her angry, well not really, maybe enough to smart off but nothing serious, he liked fiesty girls, but sometimes they were just a pain in the ass. Good one, you have such a way with the ladies. I'm surprised you don't have at least a dozen or so sluts at home already. Demons sarcastic vocals entered his apex and he only snarled mentally at him, he wasn't going to bother with the ass hole right now. He attention was on her, and how she might possibly respond to his question.