It’d been some time since the meeting. Time since he’d claimed Eyre to be his own little puppet. The Demon could think of a million ways he could have fun with the lass, yet maybe some subtle manipulation would be the best option. She was Skadi and Pontchartrain’s kid, no longer a child. She seemed desperate for any sort of attention, any male to claim her little soul. So the Monster stepped in. How did she feel about that? Phobus wanted to know every little pretty thought that ran through her skull. What did she think about this new arrangement, about the life she was now to be forced to live? A monster like him could claim several women at a time if he wanted - yet he wanted to start with an innocent soul. Something just like Wisteria was. Word was that Helius and Wisteria’s children were growing up just fine, they were thriving in Dawnshire. Rumors also held that three looked very different than their “parents”. One even held a starry pelt, just like the demon. He assumed that he had children residing there - and he would find them. He would get to be their father, one day. But until then, he had to focus on his goal in front of himself. That goal was to be with Eyre until he figured out what to do with her.

Pondering this for a moment, the Brute sat up in the homemade den he’d placed at the edges of Tarben territory. Beartooth trusted him, and Phobus wanted to for once respect an alpha. Especially the likes of Beartooth. In fact, the Demon wanted to follow in his alpha’s leadership - spread his seed, gain an army, just like he had. This plan would all start with the fragile little Eyre. Speaking of the girl, where did she happen to be? The star-studded monster stood, pushing himself out of his den to track down the lady. The dark of night had shed itself upon Tarben land, which was almost perfect for the Demon. He used to be able to blend into the shadows that cast themselves everywhere - now, he stood out like the starry night. He wasn’t the biggest fan of this change. Everything seemed to be changing around Starfall as of late - whether that be by magic or something, he didn’t know. He’d heard from the war that he’d been sentenced to stay in Tarben lands, forever. Either that or until Lucaya and Nibris died, as well as the alphess and alpha of Amberbjorne and Dawnshire. They were against him as well. Especially his own mother, Themis. How could just simply just cast him out, like he meant nothing? That’s how he’d been treated all his life by her. Now Demius was her star, married to Wisteria’s sister. Like it or not, they were still family. No matter what, he was determined to make them proud, in his own sick sense of the world.

He began to walk, hoping to track down his little doves scent. He caught on quite quickly, managing to pick hers above the others of Tarben. The little flower was somewhere around here, somewhere close. Phobus began his small trek to the lady, keeping himself shrouded in the shadows as he did so. It was an old habit that he couldn’t quite shake, being secretive and silent. It was something that kept him safe mentally. Safe from others, and safe from his own demonic thoughts. The monster then saw her, laying atop a rock and staring up at the stars. A smile spread across his lips as he neared, careful to not make any noise until he was close. Once he was satisfied from watching her, his crimson rubies staring at the curvy body, he licked his lips and cleared his throat. “There’s my little dove.” He spoke, before hopping upon the rock next to her. If she were to quickly sit up, he would turn to her. If she stayed laying down, well, he would still be sitting next to her. His tail tried to move towards her, tried to wrap around her haunches. Did she have much choice in the matter? Beartooths rulings went that the men could do anything, anything they see fit.

“How’s my puppet doing this evening? When I saw you up on that podium, I couldn’t resist taking you for myself.” He spoke smoothly, laying it on thick. His own manipulation had to come from somewhere deep down - to truly make her believe he was falling in love with her. To make her think that she was the only one for him and vice versa. She most likely knew of his wrong-doings, knew of his past, as most did in Tarben. Some of the other men applauded him for doing such a thing, and he felt a sense of pride in his past. “I really hope that you and I can have a good time together, Eyre. You’re beautiful. But I want to get to know you, to know your personality. I want to know every little thing about you.”