It is rare that Draco and Ghaul get the pleasure of hunting together, but when they do -
Oh! It is glorious.
Darkness embodied, both borne of a man made of shadow, they travel swiftly and lightly. Draco, with his light, lazy galloping; and Ghaul, with his impressive wings and control of the sky. A grin, wild and unruly, lifts the demon's lips.
This - this is home. The fight, the chase, the fear coursing through others. Not even Pangea can give Draco the sense of belonging that releasing his own pain does. They will feel it, even if the two are not successful. They'll remember and live in utter fear.
When Ghaul lands, the pair travel together until they find their victim. Draco circles around as quietly as possible, coming up to face Izora Lethia's hindquarters. The wild grin returns as his vicious glow of his eyes brightens. If Ghaul can't pick her up then Draco will happily herd their way with his fear. The demon delights in the chaos, even as their plans begin to be thwarted.
At least they'll feel his fear, too.
"Hmmm," he hums to himself, as if he were merely spending an evening alone with classical music. The eery calm that masks his face is smothering: Draco drags in a deep, sudden breath, relishing what it feels like to truly be alive.
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