Everything crumbles {OPEN}

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His green eyes watched for quite some time, actually. She was fairly attractive and skilled when hunting, that put a smile on his face. Corpse knew that she was aware, but she awaited till her kill was complete before addressing the problem. "You better have a good reason for stalking me, stranger!" she sounded very demanding. Another thing he liked about her already.

Wings jutting out in a split second, the male took off into the air, then took a nosedive onto the other side of the brush he had hid inside. Seconds before hitting the ground, he pulled back and landed quietly to the ground. White maw pulled back in a smirk and wings went back to being tucked tightly into his sides. The sleek black male stood there, without a sound, cautiously watching her, wings ready to spread if need be. For a male of Hell, he was far from being as brutal as the rest of them. Of course, he was manipulative and thrived for blood.. yet he had other sides, ones more typical of Earth or Heaven. The male was intelligent and smart, witty and quite the talker. Charming was a great word to use when describing the white studded male. Large black harks pinned back and then perked up a few seconds after, putting his all into focusing on the female. Before speaking, black male licked his white chops, "Please don't be alarmed, miss. I didn't mean tuh intrude. Yuh.. seemed very interestin', I had t'follow yuh." his muscles didn't move, he just stood tall and proud, though he was a small male compared to quite a few others.

You could hear the Southern drawl in his voice - - one that most wolves either picked on or just told him to shut his trap. Usually, he tried to hide it from the world. Right now he could care less. In all truth, he knew he was something else.. a catch, a total looker. He knew he was smart and powerful. What was one females opinion going to do? Absolutely nothing. Though Malevolent had failed to teach a couple females the art of respect, this new female seemed alright. Corpse knew, however, that she could be just has hyped up and crazy as the rest of them. And that's why he kept his guard up. The male didn't do anything for a moment, before raising his tail up, head lowering, and then a playful bark escaped his lips, they pulled back in a friendly snarl, as well, and then he dropped on his hips and curled his tail over his hind leg, curiously gazing upon her. "I am Corpse, emissary of Malevolent. . . I apologize, I'm bursting with life tuhday. Most of the gals around here uh too much tuh handle, figured I'd find someone tuh pal with.." then he shrugged, "Tell me to screw off, if yuh want. Won't bother me, none."

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"You don't scare me. And the fact you act like a hardass is a little less becoming of you, you act much like Zecora." the name of the other emissary rolled off his tongue; a distaste he had for that girl. Sure, the black male held himself nicely and was quite confident, but he would never show that off in an attempt to act big. With great amusement, he ruffled his feathers and rolled his shoulders with a small crack from beneath his muscle, listening to her words once more. Sarcastic. Slowly, a grim smile captured his lips and fangs poked through, a chuckle once again escaping his lips. So maybe she did have something to offer the petite male. Actually, as he looked her over, he took in her features. Small, lithe, feline like. And she had a russian accent. Southern male spoke up after a moment of silence, "You're sexy." was all he said, turning his head to the skies. A moment of loneliness washed over him, even though it was quite the wrong time for it. Nobody else in this place possessed wings, and so he never had a chance to fly with somebody. Thought was shaken from his mind and he focused back on the female, now she watched him. Listened. At least she allowed him that much, because her next group of words did not surprise him nor insult him.

"Screw off."

Actually, he was quite amused.
She stood and started off, towards where her kill was near. Corpse just stayed, grinning, teath showing quite obnoxiously. It was clear to him that she was now playing games, which was okay considering her games were not overbearing. Wings expanding, the male lifted off the ground and shot up into the air, the bushes close to where he had been shifting and seeming to complain about being disturbed. Another abrupt stop as he seemed to float, wings just barley swishing against cool autumn air. Green optics scanned the ground and then went back to the female, who still strode, being quite the little tease. Of course, he lived off of his hormones at times, but this time was not one of those times. Not to mention, his mother had taught him about respecting the woman he'd come across someday. Of course he'd break that rule soon enough, but not here.. not with this female.

Now, the lanky male pranced within air, in a downward direction back towards the blackening female, ears up and body in a mocking mannor. And before he knew it, he was striding off to the side of her, just back enough to be safe, and there, he spoke, voice deep and filled with cyanide, "Tell me, dear, how can I screw off if I had never screwed on?" Corpse winked towards her, then shrugged, continuing to flap his wings, just enough so he was right above the ground. White maw lowered towards the ground, and he offered her such a cute smile, so innocent, lacking the venom that his voice had made clear. Cautiously, he came to a stop. Clearing his throat, "Come for a ride with me, strangah." he offered, allowing himself to touch the ground now, wings staying erect, and body halting, turning a bit. A playful look had come about the black male, "Come on, pussycat..." he said, now the same poison had come to his voice - - low and blood filled.