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A faithful companion (MLB x Cheshire Smirk)

Dawn's fingers stretched across the sky, pushing the blankets of night away from the land. Had the creature been sleeping? Was it ever truly awake? It was impossible to know considering those blood red eyes never seemed to close, strange topaz pupils gleaming in even the darkest of nights. Three years now the son of Arono had been biding his time, for three years he had played house-cat and confidant to a mortal girl. Today was different though. Today plans laid long ago would begin to come to fruition. The Arch-daemon's instructions had been clear : "The girl must come willingly to the dark. She must learn to accept the demon seeds that were planted within the strata of her soul at birth." The great cat gave a thundering yawn before nuzzling it's face into Koralia's neck, answering her question in the most appropriate way possible for his role. Today was going to be a long day filled with silly humans scuttling and scurrying about the castle, cleaning and decorating just to re-clean and redecorate for the 'suitors' that were coming for Koralia's hand. The girl would be dressed and undressed, paraded around by hormonal hand-maidens until the 'most fitting of garments' were found. That little detail was something the demon had all intentions of not being present for. The laughter of humans, specifically giggling was one of the most maddening sounds in all creation.

It was so funny listening to and watching the humans work in complete futility. The girl's fate was written in the king's blood and signed by his own hand and had been for nearly a decade prior to her birth. When would the other 'contestants' start to show up? Loud, rumbling purrs escaped from the demonic feline's throat as it slowly flexed it's claws in anticipation of what was to come. So many mortals, so many souls to steal! Even now that wicked panther was working out the details of machinations to come. This castle would become his sanctuary...His own little slice of Hell on Earth.

( I am so sorry it's so short. Work has been ass. My other posts will be significantly better :C )
 
So the games had begun. The demon hadn't quite anticipated suitors arriving so soon. The poor girl had to have her hopes let down slowly, otherwise she'd be an uncooperative brat for weeks to come. Vallios did his best to give a convincing loving nuzzle, even mimicking the idle tail-flickings of a complacent house cat. The demon's sleek neck leaned forward, eyes focused on the blue skies outside. Kora knew the routine. The late morning belonged to Vallios, and Vallios alone. The demon would catch up with Kora later in the day, once other matters had been dealt with. These matters were particularly pressing given the accelerated timetables the demon was working on. Infernal plots had strands so delicate that even the slightest detail was of the utmost importance.


One graceful leap and Vallios had freed himself of the situation, landing with perfect balance on the open windowsill. A low, rocky growl was all the demon gave before pouncing out the window. In a matter of seconds Vallios made contact with the ground, having pounced from roof to roof of the keep's lesser buildings until solid, even ground stretched out beneath his paws. It was time for the morning hunt, this silly animal form required an obnoxious amount of exercise to stay useful. That and the Sundering required a level of calm that could not be achieved in the chaos that had consumed the grounds. Servants and maids dashed, dove and crawled out of the path of the feline that seemed hell-bent on escaping the grounds. Three years and they hadn't gotten used to the sight of a panther streaking out of the keep and out into the woods. Mortals never learned, did they? Then again it was probably difficult to deal with an exotic beast knocking over carts, scattering barrels and leaping through open windows and frolicking along the keep's fortifications. Now and again a fool guard would try to contain Vallios in hopes of winning some favor with the Princess, but they were all outsmarted, outstepped or simply outmatched. Any guards that managed to get a hold of Vallios got a brush with razor sharp fangs longer than an average man's hand. Not enough to do any real damage, but still enough to remove any foolish notions of heroism from one's thoughts.


((Better posts tomorrow, I promise! I generally keep myself to a minimum of 3 paragraphs but my muse is being a brat.))
 
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