fading in the shadows ;;kitty;;

[Malfunction]

Demilo moved slowly through the night, his lithe body fading in and out of the shadows. His black fur matched perfectly with it, making him seem like a shadow that moved rather than a canine. He knew that and he liked it, it made him more like the assassin he was supposed to be. He was scarred from all the times that he'd been forced to fight against other males. He hated that, he hated fighting. But then, sometimes he'd enjoyed it. When the other dog had radiated arrogance and thought that it would beat him in the first few seconds, Demilo had relished the fight. He'd attacked with a vengeance that had frightened the dogs that had barked against him, he'd attacked with such ferociousness that his own owner had been afraid to go in and get him before he made the fatal kill. He had stopped before, he always remembered to kill unless told that the battle was to the death. Without realizing it, he had gone into attack mode. His ears were flat against his cranium, his body was lowered nearer to the ground, his lips curled back to reveal white teeth that were as sharp as daggers. Hackles raised as well, he was a dog on the hunt. Not really, but he damn well looked like it.

It took Demilo a few moments of stalking nothing to realize that he'd slipped into his assassin face. He dropped his guard, covered his teeth, stood up normal like and lifted his ears back up. Damn, he hated when he subconsciously went back to that animal that he used to be. The killer that never gave a damn about. The killer that knew every single way to kill someone, every weakness for every breed, and how to kill in a manner of seconds. Yes, that was the old Demilo. He used to be a killer, and then he'd gotten away. He was not that dog any more, he didn't kill without thinking about anything. He tensed when he caught the scent of another canine, fading back against the shadows, his eyes hunting for the other dogs image. Nose trained for a new scent, ears straining for a sound.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Kitty ducked her head, sniffing around to see if anything had been left behind. Suddenly, her head shot up as she scented another dog, male. Her white and brindle coat made her easily spotted. She slowly turned around.

She looked at the doberman and had to refrain for shuttering. He looked mean. but she put on her fierce face and spoke "Who are you?"

[Malfunction]

Demilo had to work not to back away from her, she'd been so obvious about herself that it had hurt his senses. He'd been trying so hard to hear something, to smell something, to see something, he had been straining every single sense and then she'd just been so damned obvious. Her words were loud, her actions over done, her scent strong to his over tuned senses. He growled at her, the noise low in his throat as he glowered. " I am Demilo. What's your name, wench? " He snapped, uncommonly gruff towards the unlucky female. Normally he smothered femmes with charm, making them feel special and incredibly wanted and needed and as if he'd die as soon as he left their presence. That was Demilo, Casanova of the town. Not when he had previously been in his killer mode before. That was his worst mood, and he was more likely to rip someone's throat out when he just came out of that mood. He wished she'd caught him in a different mood, one where he was more likely to be nice to her and make her feel ok around him. She really wasn't lucky about picking times to pop up around Demilo, she was lucky he'd come out of his killer state. If he hadn't…he had to control a shudder at the idea of what he might've done to her.

[moonlight]

ooc// I'm guessing this is private... =/

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

She glared at him, holding her stance. it wasn't in her blood to give up. She'd fight to the death, who ever's it may be. "What's it to you?" she growled, teeth bared.

Maybe he wants a name to give all his equally horrible friends of who he killed on his nightly rounds She watched him, trying not to show the fear her eyes

[Malfunction]

He bared his sharp teeth to her, twin towers flattening to his cranium. How dare she? What made her think she could talk to him like that? He was Demilo, fighter, killer, destroyer. He killed everything and anything he wanted to, he never gave a second thought to it. He didn't hesitate on anything, he never regretted a single kill. And yet she thought she could snap at him like that. He stalked towards her, his eyes glowering. " I'll make you regret your words, lest you take them back. " He warned her, the threat very real and easy to follow through. He wouldn't hurt her to bad if he did end up hurting her at all, the little warning voice in the back of his head was going off like a siren. Screaming at him that she was female, she wasn't supposed to be hurt. He didn't care, she'd stepped on his pride by talking down to him like that.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

She winced slightly, his voice harsh. But she didn't get it. It was dangerous, but fun. " Scary. Did I step on your puppy pride?" she growled, mocking him. He scared her, but she'd rather die than be named a coward.

She stared at him, teeth bared. She was a good fighter, but doubted whether she could beat this dog. 'Probably just bored' she thought to herself. 'Well, if he's going to kill me I might as we;l have a bit of fun'

She looked at him, a bit flirtatiously. She walked towards him, rubbing against him a little "I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?" she said, having a hard time not snickering.

[Malfunction]

" You can shut up, or I'll make you. " He tried to be calm, tried not to think too much about how she'd insulted him again. Did she have any idea what she was asking for? If she did….which she might, than he wouldn't feel too bad about it. If he went into the killer stage, he wouldn't feel anything about.

The growl was born in the back of his throat, and he had to work really hard not to go into his killer stage. That would be bad, he wasn't responsible for his actions when he was like that. He was robotic, kill, move on. That was all he thought when he was like that. All the same, hurting her a little bit couldn't be too bad. He judged her quickly, not letting it show in his eyes what he was thinking. He decided on an area on the neck that wasn't close to the jugular, so she wouldn't freak out and think he'd tried to kill her. He aimed and moved, his body a blur. Black as the night, his neck arced through the air, mouth open and aiming for her neck.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

She had no time to react as the brute launched his attack. She made no sound and she was bowled over, nor when his teeth punctured her neck. From the feel, she knew it wasn't fatal. She also knew that she had it coming to her. She wasn't one to expect him to go easy on her because she was a fae. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised at all if he killed her. She lay on her side, not looking at him.

Then, she pushed him off, snarling. She launched herself at him, nipping his shoulder. "You know how this'll end. So either one of us gives up or one of us dies" she snarled. He should have know, for it was common knowledge, that American Bulldogs did not stop in a fight. They fought to the death

(OCC: Sorry for the ugly short post"

[Malfunction]

((Ugh, it's SHORT. Sorry.))

He turned to the side, offering up his shoulder to her strong teeth. He knew he had erred when he had attacked her, he had gone under the killer for a few short seconds. She was female, she was untouchable. " No. You will wear down, I will not die, I will leave. I do not kill females, I do not die. " He stated it in such a matter of fact way that you'd have to dig to hear any arrogance in those sentences. Either she gave up or she collapsed from exhaustion. He could kill a bull dog in three minutes at the most, one at the least. That's all it took from the mighty Doberman, he'd fought a good many before, and he hoped he wouldn't have to fight any more. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to kill. That's why he was fighting so hard not to turn killer on this new femme. If he did…she wouldn't be going home tonight. He had run away so he wouldn't have to kill any more, she wasn't going to make him go back on his decision because she'd insulted him. Demilo was a little smarter than that, he was above it. Even if he got a little mad, he could still think without being taken over by the blood lust.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

She growled slightly, but showed no more violence. "The last thing I'd want is to become a killer like you." She growled.Her white and brindle fur was stained with blood, but she didn't notice. She just stared at the Doberman, waiting to see his reaction.

(OCC:SORRY FOR THE HORRID POST}

[Malfunction]

((-cries-...its....its so....short! waaaah!))

He looked at her wistfully and shook his head, amusement tingeing his features. " You're right. The last thing you want to do is be a killer. Least of all a killer like me. " He warned her, moving his shoulders in a shrug like motion. He tilted his head to the side, keeping his eyes locked on hers, no emotion in them at all. His stare was cold and unfeeling, like that of someone who had long since given up on something.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

She just stared back at him, unsure what to do. She had to admit, he was good looking, in face he was really good looking. She sighed at looked away. "Do I have permission to leave?" she whispered, giving her shoulder a lick, grimacing at the taste of blood

(OCC: Eww. I'm disgusted with the shortness of this post)

[Malfunction]

He smirked and held back a cold laugh. Permission to leave, now that was a good one. " No, I don't believe you do. " He said, lifting an eyebrow. If she was going to ask for permission then he didn't think he felt like giving it to her. And why should he? She'd insulted him twice, touched him without his go ahead, and even gone so far as to threaten him. No, he'd prolong her torture for as long as he could. Which incidentally might not be that long. Maybe he should let her go, it wouldn't hurt to give her freedom to go home and clean up before she got jumped by some other, less merciful dog. At least he had morals and didn't kill or rape females…Some other strays, he couldn't vouch for. " Actually, go ahead. Get out of my sight. " He told her, turning away to leave.

((ahh well, we both fail at this, lol))

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

She growled, turning away. But she didn't leave, not yet. She sat, back facing him, looking at the houses. She hated these houses. Well, more the fact that she hated the people. She looked at a bright cream house, growling. That house was home to some very cruel beings. She sighed, getting up and wandering, slowly, away