"Hmm?" Jezreel still asked, this time with her hands behind her back, having the demeanor of an integrated expert, or a certified Princess with inflated ego.
If Raphai were here, she really would have smacked the living death out of Lunai in a furry, for leading Her sacredness astray on such enormous levels.
The eyes of the young male gave a glint and a strong killing intent, coupled with his daggers that were still unsheathed, he now looked like a summoned demon of death. The only one person that had ever stood this poised before him and he had no issues with, was his master. To stand before him addressing him as such, what gave her the thought?
Looking into the glinting eyes of the young demon in front of her, Jezreel really had no fear. She chuckled in her mind, had he been to the temple tunnels? Or had he seen High Doyen Adah when flaring out or even seen The High Priestess,her mother in her divine state? What was a little glint from his eyes?
If the dead Wolf on the floor could hear her thoughts, it would have ran itself into a wall, killing itself.
How could she call those glints and killing intents, little? When it had first seen that little demon, it thought it was lucky and had been handed a late night snack, it even left the hunting of this sport to its pack, only demanding they bring the torso to it.
But what followed shattered its head's capacity. Each member of it's pack met their deaths in the most swift and gruesome way possible,with each strike from the demon being a deadly one, taking them to eternal slumber, and the worse part was that the little demon, was walking through them as though he was walking through some parted seas or something, as each one of them dropped dead.
Noticing its pack was being wiped out, it dashed forward to pummel and grind this reaper, but the demon didn't even pay heed to him, mildly and casually passing him by, to deal with the remaining others, ignoring him entirely, as if he wasn't of note.
All its life it had been a predator, when had it ever faced such utter and blatant disregard?
But it's senses were knocked sideways when the little demon gave it a clear and dazzling back hand slap across the face sending it to the ground when it dashed for him again, as he was 'attending' to the last remaining member of the pack.
Getting its senses, it looked to see this demon, and what met its eyes were his glinting killing intent.
Maybe because he never considered the members of the pack a threat, or maybe because he never took them seriously, and was just stretching his bones, he never gave off any killing intent, but now that he was done with the rest and was now facing it, maybe because it was being a nuisance disturbing this great reaper, he was now baring his killing intent at it.
Scared gutters, it intended to flee, but could not out run the reaper, getting a smack again, this time, to its head, ramming it into a tree nearby. Despite being clearly over four times bigger than the little demon, it was still knocked down that hard.
Sensing its life in grave danger, it noticed the boulder not too far from where it now was, and whatever gave it the idea that, the demon couldn't scale boulders, it made its way over the boulder, only to meet what it met.
And now the little child in front thought nothing of the demon's glint and killing intent, what a world.
Seeing that the little child in front of him wasn't rattled, nor showed any signs of being scared of him, but kept her elegant poise, seriously waiting for his response. He didn't know wether to laugh or cry.
Was he really that small? That even this little one here could be striking this pose before him?
When had he ever faced such thing in his entire life--though it was barely much--?
Seeing that the young blue eyed male in front of her was still standing still, with his daggers clothed in wolf blood, looking at her as if he wanted her to feel somehow or something, she couldn't help but repeat herself
"What's a young child doing here, even with dazzling daggers, all by himself?"
The veins on his head threatened to budge, as his cold demeanor contorted into a face of horror. It took a lot to not really slit her throat.
He sheathed his weapons, took little deep breaths, and continued on his way. He felt if he stayed longer, he might kill someone's child.
He leaped on top the boulder, looking like a great war general that was atop tons of corpses, blending properly with the mooned night. As if falling to the other side, he vanished into the night.
Following through the little bushes close to the boulder, Jezreel followed to see if she would see him at the other side. Crossing over, what met her eyes, left her dazzled.
Counting what met her eyes, over nine to eleven dead corpses of wolves laid dead and bloodied everywhere.
It left her mouth agap and her mind wondering, who was he?
Why was he so composed for someone his age? A thought spilt through Jezreel's mind, 'hehe, I've forgotten he's probably much older than I am' she scratched her head.
Just then the hooting of owls literally swept through her chin, almost giving her shivers. Looking around, she really was in this lone forest all by herself. Woah...