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Cold, humid air circulates about the abandoned town slowly, fog creeping into every crevice of the empty homes. The dark sky reveals no stars, and the moon is hiding in a blanket of silver clouds. Every house is dark, already plundered by looters and mostly dismantled for the wooden planks.



Emon slinked about the empty alleyways, his large talons clicking against the broken rocks beneath his feet. The thick fog did not inhibit him as he traversed his territory, merely coating his hide in a thin layer of cold dew that reminded him of that stormy kage that had eluded him earlier.

Huffing, he returned to his favorite spot-- an old rose garden next to a decrepit cemetery. The soil was old and the roses were long gone, but nevertheless he enjoyed it and dug an dead squirrel out of the ground that he had hid earlier. Gingerly, he ate the decaying flesh, his glassy eyes staring forward and his nostrils awaiting the scent of any intruders that chose to pass.

((Anyone can join in, but one at a time: this is one RP, not a bunch of RP's at once. :3))

The spines running along Emon's back slowly rose, sensing a disturbance in the mist. Someone was lurking in his territory. Raising his head, a tendril of drool found its way down his chin as he envisioned what a delicious meal she would make-- Emon, despite his lack of sanity or emotions, could still find the distinction between males and females from very far away. He loved the female scents.

Hoisting himself up, the hell kage shuffled towards the new scent, not bothering to hide himself. As if he could-- the bright golden coat was more of a warning sign like a poisonous frog than a camouflage technique. "I... can hear you," he whispered, his voice a hoarse, guttural snake that slithered out of his fetid mouth. "Heart beating..." He felt no anger for the trespasser, merely hunger and the urge to completely dominate it.

Unfortunately, Emon could hardly understand what she was saying, let alone know what color he was. He was only vaguely aware that in bright enough light he could see that he was a lovely shade of 'bright'. Instead, he eyed her up and down, the saliva dripping from his chin to the dewy ground. The horrid scent of a nearby kage carcass wafted over them in a sudden gust of wind, awaking the rumbling of hunger within Emon's sunken stomach.

"Feed..." he murmured, giving no hint of movement until at last he decided to spring himself upon her. His claws weren't bared, nor were his teeth-- he merely aimed to tackle, pin, and possibly feel out how lean her muscles were and the amount of fat she had stored in her flesh. It was rude, yes, but Emon could see her only as a meal and would treat her as such.

The soil pelted them both like dirty rain as the female squirmed, Emon holding her down. His limbs and chest felt her muscles straining against him and their awkward tumble left Emon with his heart pulsing like mad and his voracious appetite worsening. "You..." he whispered, grunting as she managed to n** him, "smell delicious." He smoothed his ragged cheek against her furred ribcage, his empty eyes wide and excited as his nostrils flared.

His lust was short-lived, however. Her scent brought a state of relaxation upon him unexpectedly, lowering his guard and allowing her to wriggle away. It wouldn't take him long to get his senses back and resume pursuing her, but his momentary lapse in judgement was enough for her to run if she desired.

Emon felt her shed fur strands covering parts of his body like a tattered jacket, his sense of touch strong enough to feel invigorated by the slightest interactions. Sighing deeply, the hell kage turned his head towards his escaped prey and heard her flick his earlier meal near him. The scent was wonderful, of course, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as the scent of Rook. If anything, it served as a reminder of how much he wished to engorge himself on her flesh.

"Quiet..." came his raspy voice, "stay." He understood that she was trying to reason with him, but this trespasser had chosen to come here and give herself to him freely, and that was all that mattered to Emon. Stepping forward, he reached out with claws bared, aiming to mar her perfect hide and see what lie within. He left himself vulnerable, however, not really caring for his own personal safety at all. He'd do anything necessary to taste her.

The goldenrod kage missed her completely, fumbling ahead of himself and falling for her parry. It only served to bring a grin and a deep laugh to his lips, however, as he turned back to face her and take any lashing she may have felt like throwing at him. Conversely, she seemed to be backing away, making Emon a little more cautious. If she'd willingly stay and play along, he'd have been more relaxed. But her furtive actions were now frustrating him.

He leapt at her again, relentlessly, attempting to corner her between an intact building and himself. "A little rip," he whispered, hardly audible as he made his pass at her. His claws ached to slide between her skin and flesh, and tear it open to peek inside.

Emon refused to acknowledge her threats, his mouth open and tongue lolling about like a slobbering canine as he neared her. No matter the harm she could promise nor the damage she could inflict, Emon's short attention span wouldn't register it.

Thinking he could more easily land a strike if she was trapped, the kage fluidly swiped a stone from the dry soil towards the female's side, aiming to force her to the other side of the front of the house-- where he'd leap. The mist was becoming heavier around them, partly due to the female's smokey trails. Unfortunately for Emon, his sense of smell was waning, and he found himself laboring to breath as he attacked.

Emon shuddered in delight as he made contact, his claws getting a slight glimpse into her body with the small incision he had created. He slammed her against the wall of the old house, laughing wildly as she fought back, feeling her teeth rip into him. It hurt, but nothing could overcome his euphoria of the scent of her open wound. "Just a... bite!" he roared, pushing her down and rolling over with her as if they were two giant wrestling cats.

He was coughing between his laughs now, sounding like a choking hyena-- probably only furthering his frightening image, and making him more repulsive. He bit at her neck hungrily, now forcefully attempting to chew her up. He had tenderized his meal long enough.