buried treasure [ satan ]

Daylight. It was the devil’s least favorite time of day, and that was true to even the darkest of creatures that stalked the lands. Especially one that went by the name of Satan. He absolutely despised the daylight, knowing full well that he couldn’t sneak around unnoticed. No, instead, he stuck out like a sore thumb. But, his crimson gaze easily stood out against his ebony pelt, and he didn’t mind that much. The sound of voices drifted in his direction, alerting him to the fact that there was someone nearby. ’Come on, Clarice.’ He heard the first three words almost as soon as they had left the vocals of another canine. The feminine voice caused his hackles to rise suspiciously, but he lowered them as he waited to see if the female would speak again. ’I figured we might find some buried treasure.’ Once more, feminine lyrics drifted towards the ebony bastard. A smirk crossed his façade as his lips curled up into a sadistic type of smile. This should be rather interesting. He thought to himself, his mind racing with endless thoughts of what he would do to the female once he got a hold of her. Of course, it would depend on whether she was a wolf, or a stupid dog. But, he would find that out in due time. Tipping his auds flat against his skull, he stretched his forelegs out in front of him, before shifting his weight to his hindlegs as he finally stood from his resting spot. Silence was all that could be heard from him as he moved. He had learned to be completely quiet many years ago, when he was first born. And, even now he continued to hold true to that.

Crimson voids shifted over the landscape of the junkyard as he just stood there. In time, he managed to stretch each limb; getting them used to a little exercise before he decided to walk away from one of his favorite resting spots. After each leg was stretched, he moved into a swift; silent lope in the direction of the voice. And that was when laughter erupted and struck his auds like a freight train. Snorting at the sound of laughter, he shook his head, but continued on his easy lope. Within moments, he had come upon the pile of junk that the female seemed to be standing on and digging through. Casually, the ebony beast stalked forward and up the junk pile; easily sneaking up on the female. ”Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The lyrics left his vocals chords in a sadistic teasing motion. Gradually, the ebony brute managed to circle the female once before coming to a halt in front of her. ”What is a low-life dog doing out and about in these parts, alone?” He inquired, the lyrics slipping out of his vocal chords like venom. The sadistic smile still lingered upon his coal stained lips. The word dog had easily been spoken with a taste of disgust, especially since the purebred wolf demon despised the very likes of dogs, and always deemed then inferior to him.

Ebony lord easily let his gaze roam over the dog’s form. He couldn’t help but find her tempting, and subconsciously licked his lips. Though, when he had finally spoken to her, he had noticed she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings. Especially with the way she raised her head from the ground in a short, jagged; yet noticeable movement. He had even noticed the beginning of the hair on her back start to rise, before she seemed to stop it. Rolling his crimson eyes, he waited for her to turn around. Which, of course he didn’t have to wait long. Though, he watched as her chocolate gaze wandered over to a random spot; though he saw nothing in that spot. Raising an almost invisible eyebrow, he watched the female; waiting for her to say something in return to his lyrics. However, when he had said “alone”, he had noticed the way she shivered slightly, and the mere shiver gave him enough satisfaction. ’Why does it matter to you, what a ‘low-life dog’ like myself is doing?’ Her question caused a smirk to cross his ebony lips. Her questioning glance caused his smirk to grow. But, he quickly wiped the smirk from his façade.

”That is for me to know, and you to find out; doll face,” he retorted, letting the lyrics slip past his lips with ease. Casually, he shifted in place as he settled into a more comfortable position. The Alpha of Hell’s Asylum was quite clear with his dominant stance. His head raised high, his tail had even risen with ease. ”So, what brought you to these parts, babe?” He inquired. Though, he kept his lyrics low and almost menacing; even with the cutesy little nicknames that he added at the end of each sentence. After he had first spoken to her, he had decided that he would play a nice guy act; for a short. At least, for the moment, anyways. He wondered whether he could earn her trust in any way, possible. After all, he needed some females to fulfill his sexual fantasies. The thoughts almost caused him to groan in repressed sexual frustration, but he quenched the groan before it escaped. Stepping forward, he took one step closer towards the female, before turning to circle her. He knew she couldn’t harm him; even if she tried. So, he wasn’t going to defend himself against her pathetic attacks; if she tried. ”My, my.. You are quite a delicious looking little morsel of dog meat,” he murmured as he continued to circle her. His tongue falling out of his mouth for a short instance as he thought about all the things he could do to her; if he wanted.