To Kiss a Killer (Female Needed)

Hesitation was not an option. Killing was all he knew, it was conditioned into Connor's head by his vampiric masters. The lycan's head tilted to the side as his unusually colored silver hair glinted like diamond crystals in the moonlight coming into his cell. Yet fresh blood covered the lips of the young man, his wild eyes piercing and untamed. His skin, splattered with the blood of his victims was bronze in color. His body shivered as he let out a low growl at the sound of his captors. Centuries of this bloodshed had left the lycan completely cold and unthinking, relying upon instinct.

The young man was tall and well-musclrd very muscle on his body was well defined. He was very attractive in a dangerous and feral way, but the pure feral look to him was intimidating. The vampires fed him young human women as a source of amusement. But not that he cared much anymore, he was hungry. His full lips curled back in a snarl as the door opened slowly. He crouched down, watching carefully. Since the vampires seemed amused enough to berate him and treat him completely like an animal the lack of clothes on his naked body was evidence of his poor treatment as well as the many scars covering his back. He waited anxiously for the next prey to get thrown in, he moved towards the shadows of the cell, growls rumbling in his throat.

Go ahead, no need to ask :)

He watched as the human girl pounded uselesdly at the door before her. A few wild snarls built up as he crouched down, slowly coming into few, his pale hair hanging around his face, wild eyes gleaming darkly. The moonlight shown on his exposed body revealing all the scars upon his back.

Connor lumbered forward towards her, mostly keeping on his hands and feet, like a wolf's stance. His eyes focused upon her face, looking fearful, and the rapid heartbeat was enticing to him, further getting his excitement for the kill. Standing up, it seemed as if he was struggling to stay upright, as if he wasn't quite so used to standing upon two legs as he moved forward towards her, his sharp teeth bared in a snarl. As his hand came up, the sharp fingernails glinted in the faint moonlight as he was about to strike her, then he paused as if listening for something. His head tilted to the side as he stared at her with his intense eyes. It wasn't as if he didn't see women before, since that was all he was fed, but something about her caught his attention. Crouching down on the floor before her, his eyes narrowed at her silence, moving back and forth across the floor he assessed her, like a predator watching his prey. Then, standing up once more, he leaned forward until his face was only inches away from her's, but although a growl was still rumbling in his throat, he took a cautious sniff at her.

Normally his prey would attempt to run all over the cell until he killed them out of irritation, but since she was standing still he took the opportunity to smell her scent - to get a taste of the outside world he was kept from for centuries. The scent was foreign to him, but it had momentarily distracted him away from being aggressive, but it was fairly odd.

His eyes seemed to gradually relax and seemed to be bright with curiosity as soon as he saw a strange tint of red cross the woman's face. Generally intrigued, he raised a hand and tentively poked her cheek, though he was surprised at the warmth. He could still tell she was afraid, in which it made him fidgetty.

Curiosity continuing, his general interest was caught, backing away he tilted his head to one side, as if unsure what to make of her now. The facial expression he had was similar to that of a rather bewildered puppy.

He blinked as he attempted to register what she had said to him. His rare contact with other living beings left him with a very limited vocabulary. But, his attitude didn't seem to have changed, "Connor." His voice sounded deep and raspy from lack of use. At least he was distracted for the moment, his curiosity building.

He stared at her outstretched hand, he turned his gaze to her face as he said, "...Ally...?" His gaze once more turned to her hand, a faint look of confusion crossed his face at the gesture. Looking back to her face, he was confused as to why her face was turning more red. His eyebrows furrowed as a slight frown crossed his face.

The frown on his face deepened as he seemed to be thinking hard about it, then responded, "Ten centur... centuries." As he assumed that was it, he had been in the small space for years and listening to the vampires wasn't too hard either.

He froze at the contact, stiffening up as soon as she had came near him. Taking it as an act of aggression, a snarl ripped through him as he roughly pushed her away. Quickly moving away from her, and growling at her.

He paused, uncertain as he stared at her. Relaxing slowly he sat down as he stared at her in uncertainty. Eyes relaxing and losing the aggression, he nodded his head in acknowledgement of the apology. Glancing at the moonlight streaming in, "How is... outside?" He seemed to have a faint longing in his facial expression.