*Click*<br/><br/>*Click*<br/><br/>*Click*<br/><br/>Dainty sounds typically indicate dainty sources but succubi are far from that. One wrong move and there goes your arm, your leg, your...other things. Maybe that's what made it exciting. The danger, the possibility that at any moment that smile might be tearing out your throat. It sent shivers up his spine. His hooves clicked against the cobblestone, muted. As he weaved through the crowd of colors and clothes. Looking back he could see the strikingly black hair and that piercing, predatory look. She was an army of one and he was glad for that. It was more intimate that way. Like a cat and a mouse as opposed to wolves and a deer. He ducked around a corner and into the market, bumping into man.<br/><span style="color: #a64dff"><br/>
"Apologies, excuse me sir."<br/>
</span><br/>Making his way deeper into the bustling market, glancing back as he went. Just as much as she shouldn't lose track of him, he shouldn't lose track of her, lest she jump at him from some unexpected nook. Viktor looked into his newly received coin-purse to count his catch. This may just be enough. Passing by another stall, he made a quick stop. With fluid movements, he grabbed a basket from a shelf and dropped some coin on the table before once again being on his way. Listening for that telltale click click click. He didn't have much time before patience ran thin on both of their ends.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><b>-Long Ago-<br/>
</b><br/>Viktor froze as a voice rang out over the little quacks of his new pals. He was caught with his pants down, or rather, he was caught with his pants drying on the nearby willow. Luckily it was no issue, there wasn't a human he couldn't handle on this world. He turned to face the newcomer with a toothy grin plastered on his face and his modesty nonexistent. Poor girl knew not what she was dealing with.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Well if this pond is only for ducks, my lady, then it surely follows that I must be a duck. I obviously flew in to make use of your duck pond with my duck friends,"</span>he said taking a step towards shore and motioning to the other ducks in the pond. While his smile was warm, inviting, his eyes betrayed something more predatory. He had been using magic to keep himself disguised all day, and he was<i>starved</i>.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>