@moonlit-theft | cont.

     predatory senses lit aflame; the faintest smell of metallic copper started
filling the air, scent so fresh he was familiar with. fears answered, tall frame 
walked past a mob of marching flesh && aroma deemed as fairly palatable.
bright umber jewels tinted with crimson, odor only getting stronger – treading
feet draws closer, nostrils taking in the fragrance without a hint of restraint.

      Eyes traveled to and fro, wine hues then regarded the pitiable miscreant 
with silence. Lips contoured with distaste upon marveling sight of bloody mess.
Pools of mahogany glinted with complexity; though clad in his uniform it was
effortlessly removed && thrown onto the distressed figure of a woman, with
his side came his personal attendant — outfit of ivory matches his own.

    ‘ Quiet. ’ harsh tone left the mouth of a displeased pureblood,
intimidation enveloped once amiable atmosphere. Digits, calloused && 
long grasped skin with a lesser gentle tug. ‘ I’ll have you understand this
offense is unforgivable. You had me worried, you fool. ’