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The childish games this female wanted to play.. none of them were worth it to him. If she was perfect, like she said, she wouldn't be offering to play a game. Wings ruffled uncomfortably, as the male came to a stop and sat down, head tucking to his chest with a sigh of desperation. "You are unappreciated," he noted softly, ears cocked to the side as she began to disappear into the air. Corpse could feel her there, her movements, her dance. He could feel her body against the air, as she awaited his first move. To her disappointment, he would, however, be making no first move. The male rotated his shoulders, licked his lips, and then let his wings shoot out from his body. The scarred masses flapped slowly for a moment, giving him enough time to hover above the ground, the slow flaps allowed him to just barley touch the ground, as he began to walk in the direction he had come from. "Ah, darlin' Zecora. Yuh a catch, that's for sure. Why not try to be a lil less of a bitch for once? Chasin' lads away ain't a way to live.. whats yuh secret? Whats wrong with yuh?" The male could only figure something had caused her to become this way - - for something in his past had caused the male himself to be blood thirsty. Green eyes showed a small glimmer of agony when he thought back to his family, his mother, and her blood. The fighting such a young pup had to do.

Blood. Blood. No, what are you doing?!
I can smell the blood and angst. I can feel something watching us. Mother isn't well, almost sickly.. she's lost the happiness in her eyes. The past few days have been even rougher on us, for the others have been driving the food supplies south. At all costs, we've avoided them, until now.. I think they're close. "Go on ahead, my loves. Go on, you'll be fine." We all froze, looked at eachother. Feline and Punk and Sin.. they didn't understand what was going on, they'd never followed mom. They'd never ventured out past our den. I had, though. Other wolves were always coming close, talking and planning. The other three took off down the path, I followed behind at a slower pace, slipping into the brush. I could hear my mommas breath and see it in the cooling air, breath that soon wouldn't exist. Worry crossed me. I whimpered through my paws. I heard footsteps coming from every direction - - bodies trampled over me and beside me. I hid my face. I held still. For a moment, forgot how to breathe. I made no sound. But I heard it. I heard the ripping of flesh and the whines and the cries. I heard enemies yelp and then growl. I did look up. I did see the blood and the wounded. My mothers body. I shook with anger and frustration, tears ran down my face and I trembled.

He trembled. The male blinked, having been staring into the abyss of the blue sky, still hovering above the ground. He murred softly, rolling his eyes back a bit and flexing his muscles. Corpse remembered what he was focusing on, and he let himself drop to the ground, ruffling his feathers and then allowing his masses to fold back into him. There had been, in his thoughts, a good few moments of silence. Had Zecora spoke while he was taken over by memories and the though of death? Destruction of the soul, was what is was. It ate him. "Yuh insecure. Yuh scared. There's somethin' wrong with yaah, you just don't wanna admit it. You never opened up to no one, 'ave yuh? Scared of what they might think. Your mind is scarred from yuh past. Grew up a killah.. born to be so much more, hah.. No. You're a born killer. You're a natural disaster. You're the devil in disguise. A temptress. Don't defy me. Don't push me away. Yah need me, yah will need me.." the male closed his eyes a moment and smirked to himself, tucking his chin to his chest once more. His eyes focused on the ground, mind swirling. "We'd make a good team, yah know."

The male smirked and licked his chops, plopping down and licking his paws now. "I love blood. I love tragedy. Come, come sit with me. Talk to me. Don't make yourself known, I don't care enough to see you. Tell me about yourself. Your darkest fantasy. The blood you've caused to pour from someones neck. Take my company or take your leave. I will not spar with a mysterious being, a partner I cannot destroy. I'm quite the fighter. I'm manipulative. I twist words. Mentally I'm a chesire cat, physically you are a chesire cat. You don't want to think someone else could be better than you, and maybe I'm not.. but it shows you can be weak. Don't push the hand away that's trying to feed yuh, darling." Words were mixed with southern and a normal drawl. He tried cleaning up his words, though sometimes it was hard. The male, though, wanted something from Zecora. Twisted thoughts made him smile, if only she could see them.