Meiranis' eyes glinted with a light all too much like when a predator corners its prey. "I'm surprised your little village doesn't have stories of what happens to the women I bring out here. I'm certain they wouldn't be able to imagine what goes on in these walls. They would be far more fearful if they only knew..." His grin widened, eyes narrowed, he was far too eager to show her why she should be afraid.<br/><br/>He neared her, ticking his talons together as he spoke, soon forcing her into the corner. He looked ravenous, demented, terrifying. The three slashes along his cheekbone shone with his own blood. "Incubi need to feed, like all other things, but they feed in more ways than one." He glanced at his blood stained hand, then brought it to his lips, pointed tongue drawn over it. "Blood is one way you've seen us feed; are you certain you want to see the other way?"