BUT I BELIEVE IN DEMONS
The young woman in front of him was positively breathtaking, unlike the wasteland of white around him. She was like him, covered in brindles. She smelled of sea salt, something he had missed. And her eyes shone like emeralds, highlighted by the dark contrast of black spotting around them. He watched her as he spoke, hoping to look like a caring male wanting to protect and sweep a damsel off her toes. Yet he was taken back by her remark. “I happen to be an ice Elemental. I’m not bothered by a little bit of snow.” His eyes still stayed on her. “Oh, no. A few strangers don’t scare me at all. If anything, they’re rather . . . exciting.” "Do I make you excited?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
His hellish gaze washed over her as he moved a step closer. “But if you insist, I may want shelter for a while.” He nodded his head towards a ways away into the treeline. "I know of a cavern, small but a perfect place to cozy up with a stranger." He said, with a sharp smirk. "If you're into that type of thing, little snow princess, follow." He teased before waltzing towards the direction he intended to take her. His gaze looked back to see if she'd follow, if she did, he'd speak. "So what are you called?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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