"That's right....scream for me." Sevanni poached out through gritted teeth as the words spilled venomously from that larynx. The woman's throat small in his right hand, and as she struggled against him, the nerve to put those raggedy fingers to let flesh touch his flesh, it was absurd.

"Hey You! Put her down!" A very disappointing smirk rose over those lips, the girl glad to have the interruption. His head turned slowly to view the merchant, and Sevanni's hand released on the girl to where her body collapsed in the dirt ground beneath them.

The man had paused in his tracks when Sevanni became more visible as to who he was. He had held up hands with apologies to him. Suddenly the need to ask for forgiveness came about and Sevanni snickered at the man.

"When you have something of use for me, do let me know. Her obedience has caused a great deal of stress about my home. Or next time I shall take your head personally." The coward. Cowering below in a bow with hands raised over his head. Sevanni overpowered him in many ways, but as of now it was the height of his form that laid claim then and there. Aside from his harlowing ways to destroy a being. Mortals. Sometimes they went through anything to make a single Gula. Shame, shame.

He turned his attentions back to the woman, who in turn jumped back to huddle against the boxes behind her. "Your day will come." An edgy smile surpassed lips, her direction in life would fade to nothing. Even though there had been word spread about how dangerous Sevanni Black had been, no action of a kill or collection of their soul had been seen by eyes other than his own, and it would remain that way until he so chose. There were a couple, but it was during times to his discretion, and most of them had not lived to so much as speak the tale of what had truly happened.

The market was so bare these days. At night it was easier to carouse the market because he simply hated the hours of daylight. It was when his inner being wanted to come out and play and let it's wings soar into the air. Not tonight though. Not yet anyway.

Sevanni let legs bring him toward the edge of the woods. Waving off the cartsmen and turning away from it all. He could bring himself back to the house, as far as the night was concerned, it had much for him to behold.

Dylan was already uninterested in the man at the door. She wanted to lick the wounds of Emi and make her feel better. The hunter could go about his way and make it on the earth. Emiste, she could sense her tension and thirst. Dylan was always amused and entertained in the ravages of Emi's need to kill on a thrill.

Her right hand moved gently over her abdomen, eyes not bothering to look in his direction or hers, but low to the ground as her senses of projection could play into view. Dylan knew that Emi could defend herself at any and all cost, but Dylan moved quick quick, too quick and she could shift and become one with the darkness. For days she had been practicing on how to make another do the same if she had held on, but it had been no such luck, however, Dylan would continue to try.

Nails nearly draged along Emi's inner thigh as she lowered her hand. It wasn't a sexual gesture to have her hand there, it was a security thing, and it was to keep her back from killing the bounty blood.

She wanted to speak and say how bored she had been. Toss him aside so she could aide her back to one hundred percent. If he was to stay, Dylan would surely ignore him for the entire night. Unless she so desired to pester him. Push him and then she could eat. Cannibal or not, with meat from God and vegetables and fruit by mother nature, she was more than close to her roots than any immortal could be. But it wasn't an every day thing. Meals given or prepared when it so landed across her doorstep. Just as this man had. He was lucky it was Emi's home and not her own.