His eyes tracked her as she walked around him, chuckling at her questions.<br/><br/>"Not sae many of us left there, due tae some shenanigans by th' feckin' deaders," he snorted. "Though plen'y o' ferals left, aye. An' women, tae. Plen'y o' women got cursed durin' th' whole thing. Was a woman wot turned me, actually." He listened to her as she spoke, tilting his head to meet her gaze. Reaching out, the worgen lightly dragged a claw along her jawline, ending by tapping her cute nose with the pad of his finger.<br/><br/>"Plen'y o' urges, love. Though nothin' sae specific as 'kill', or anythin'. Despite th' feral 'alf o' th' wolf, 'ere's a noble side, tae. An' I dinnae see it as a curse. There're benefits an' drawbacks o' either form, an' I use whichever suits th' situation better." Another rumbling chuckle. "Though I think yae'd rather know how often I get th' urge tae...'ravage', as yae put it." Another claw idly dragged through her ebon tresses as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Faer a while, I was a randy bastard - well, still am really, ha! - jumped intae bed wi' wotever fem batted her eyes all coy an' sultry at me. But, after bein' a kink-scratch faer sae long..." He shook his head, his smile a bit...bitter, melancholy?<br/><br/>"All those women wan'ed was tae be "ravaged", as yae said. 'Taken by a ravenin' beast'. An' I gave 'em wot they wan'ed, left 'em screamin' faer more, 'til 'eir voices gave out," a rather proud grin at this minor bit of boasting. "But tha's all et was. A romp, a rut 'r two, an' then..." He waved a hand in a vague gesture, fingers rolling. "Gone. An' tha' was fine, they got off, I got off, e'eryone's 'appy, righ'?" A snort, and he half-leaned,half-sat on the rock.<br/><br/>"After a while, though, yae wan'....<i>more</i>. An' 'm nae talkin' strange kinks 'r fetishes 'r some dark, faerbidden shite." Raking a claw through his unruly mane, he shook his head.<br/><br/>"A one night stand's all well an' good, but sometimes yae want tha' li'l bit o' wot comes next. Tha' connection tha's more 'an jes' fuckin'..." Tery made a frustrated sound, something half-growl, half-whine in his throat. "Cannae put et tae words, but...yea." Glowing azure eyes looked down (though slightly less far, as he wasn't standing full height) to the emerald-hued gaze aimed at him.<br/><br/>"Pardon faer nae makin' sense, love. I get...kin'a poetic when et comes tae tha' kin'a thing."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>