BUT I BELIEVE IN DEMONS
The demon stalked the freezing lands for far too long, bored out of his mind of the bland wasteland it had become. Flowers used to grow here in bulk, blooming with beauty around the trickling and peaceful stream. Now it was frozen over, beauty to some but a plain wasteland to him. The entity huffed, wanting to find something to do. Something to pick at, something interesting.
A smell in the wiping wind caught his nares, and his head quickly turned. Something . . . Brown? Yes, brown, something brown sat in the snowy banks of the stream ahead. A female if his nares could decipher the scent correctly. A grin spread across his maw as he began to waltz towards her. She smelled of sea salt. Strange, but something he could mask. He wandered closer and closer, staying upwind from her as to not be detected. Before finally standing just atop the snowy hill that slid down to the frozen banks. "Are you not cold?" He asked, his gradient pelt standing out from the snow - But nothing like the fire opal sheen on his limbs. "It's freezing, perhaps you'd like to find shelter. I know of a place nearby, if you're not scared of strangers." He smirked. "I only bite a little."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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