He knew not how long he had been waiting. His patience of a great quantity; but he felt the first aches of eagerness as he moved within the night with the full moon as his only guiding light. Every move is careful but not planned -- even so Yami holds his breath, pupils narrowed into slits. He could smell her. By the length of her hair and the movement of her body, it was agonizingly feminine. Yes. He had finally found what he had been searching for: his prey for the night.

Why she was alone did not matter much to him, he had been watching, waiting, fantasizing -- for quite some time now. Drinking her blood in greedy gulps and ripping her apart limb by succulent limb. For once Yami had a plan, and he desperately wanted it to work out correctly. This was no mission. She had not angered Spectre. No -- this was purely selfish intent. Hunger drove him to miraculous extents. He has murdered the innocent before and left nothing but a few choice parts of the body he did not prefer to chew. Being alone just wasn't safe anymore.

He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, a bare streak of darkness, incoherent from the evening around him. But yellow eyes that glowed. If a person looked hard enough there was the dark, unknown lust within them. Always. Never sated.

He crouched low and flexed his claws. His target was right underneath his nose, her scent tantalizingly close to taste. He flattens himself and growls, low and raspy in his throat, upper lip curled into a anticipating snarl.

Hungry.

MARIA

She ran. But that was fine; if anything that is what was expected. The growl was naught but a warning and she took it. He could almost smell the anxiety riddled up inside such a small body. As a predator he did enjoy the hunt more than most -- the prey sometimes slipped through his fingers, but not all of them were elusive. In the end nature took its exact place. Yami watches, face vague and undoubtedly curious. As she turned and ran he saw a glimpse of her face and he just now noticed he never really looked at it before.

Did it really matter? He tried to convince himself that is didn't but just his eyes snatching onto the contour of her face and the curve of her supple cheek make goosebumps rise upon his skin. For a moment he lost sight of her because he was frozen in place. His skin was writhing -- excitement replacing hunger. But not for long.

The growl was replaced by a loud, booming roar that shook the very building he perched on top of. There were a few startled civilians. They were used to gunshots and not monstrous calls of the kill. He lurches forward, leaping from his current resting place to the ground. He lands with a thud on his feet, hands clenched. Digging a foot into the earth underneath him he launches forward to race after her.

He cannot help but to smile.

Yami stops, placing a hand against a wall, flattening himself once more to blend into the night, but of anything his ominous yellow eyes were crystal clear to see on a night such as this. "Why do you run...?" He voice is a bare whisper, deep and foreboding. "You're too pretty to do that. Calm yourself..."

MARIA

Fear was fear. It was so thick in the air Yami could almost taste it. It tasted bitter, but he drank it in with a shuddering sigh that resembles contentment.

But he had not expected such a reaction. Her voice trembled, the fear is there but her actions say otherwise. The wind angrily bends to her might, glass breaks with a loud crunch and swirls about them in a typhoon of chaos. The weather changed undoubtedly for the worse, electricity crackling onto the air and metaphorically up his spine. It urged him on, and he quietly observed with a wicked, toothy grin. A fight? He has not fought for his meals as of yet; had not had any of his prey attempt to put up a offensive when he was ready to eat. There was a mixture of emotion within him: anger at being challenged, hunger, lust. He stared down at her with all these things in his eyes and yet said nothing.

He holds out a hand, shadowy wisps wafting about his fingertips as they became solid and constructed into his katana -- Yami no kishi. He grasps it by its black handle and faces it towards him in a defensive position. The blade gave off the same dark aura when he had summoned it. Times like these made him glad to have learned such a ability.

"No," He speaks the truth, he had not expected the situation to unfold like this. But he dealt his cards and his prey was putting down her own. It excited him, his breathing became shallow as his heartbeat sped up considerably. "But I do like where this is going. Don't be scared, please, make the first move if you value your pitiful life." He growls once more, a snarl etched on his scarred countenance.

MARIA

Calmly, Yami steeled himself for the absolute worst. There were not words left to say. The fear was replaced by another emotion he couldn't quite understand... it angered him immensely, yet he would not show his wrath yet. She did not know what exactly he was yet, and Yami was not going to expose his strengths as of yet. The spell he had casted was basic just so she felt as if he was only a amateur magic user. It assured him that she would give it her all to end this battle quickly. But Yami was in no rush. It was said to be impolite to play with your food.

But rules were meant to be broken at times like these. She'd be a good toy before she became an excellent meal.

A dainty hand was thrust forward and a spell was uttered, causing all said chaos and the whirlwind of debris to hurl towards him in the blink of an eye. He puts on foot in front of the other and lunches to meet the mass head-on. It was nothing to him, he swung his sword diagonally, vertically, horizontally. He cut through the scrap easily and dispelled the howling wind without a bat of his eyelash. He sighs and bites back a stinging retort to her beginner's use of magic to harm him... when he feels blood on his face. Apparently he was not fast enough and some of the shrapnel cut his face.

He sighs once more. It begins to rain.

Water droplets dripped off the keen edge of his katana, aand he realized a second later that he was drenched with water. Absolutely waterlogged, he glances over to his target whom was still noticeably dry, her hair flowing with an elegant viciousness.

Yami turns to her, ignoring the fact he was soaking wet. There was the flames reflected in his eyes and showed the massive amount of rage inside of them. His pupils were slits now, and he grimaces. "I hope that is not all you have to offer, a few measly paper cuts and a soft breeze. I cannot be blown away that easily." He drops his weapon and is dissolves into black smoke before it hits the ground, "Pitiful, still."

MARIA

In the brief moments his opponent -- his prey was motionless, he gathered his thoughts and wits about him for the eventual attack she would reap upon him. However it never came. Her voice is a seductive hiss, plucking at something deep and carnal inside of him that he did not know existed. He watches as she rose into the sky, and his eyebrows furrow in irritation. "I am no boy." He muttered lowly, his eyes narrowing up at her as she slowly drifting away. Obviously her trick was to get him to higher ground, and he decided he'd play into her hand. For now at least.

His body stiffens and expands. His marred, tanned skin grows darker, thickens, replaced by sleek scales. Yami hulks over, taking in air and letting it out in the same breath as hooked claws and a tail distribute along his form. He roars -- and it sounds a lot less human and more more reptilian in the way it ends with a excited hiss. His maw become filled with large teeth and soon he is unrecognizable from his passive figure. This was his true anatomy.

At over sixty meters in height he filled up the small area of space they had once occupied together, a gaseous smoke rising from his nostrils, poisonous saliva dripping from his fangs. He raises his head and looks back up at the sky and opens his toothy mouth wide to let out a bloodcurdling screech that broke many windows a few blocks away and awoke plenty of people from their slumber. His wings stretch, languishing and preparing for flight. It had been a while since he actually used this form to fight... but it would be good practice. She'd make for a good appetizer.

Without another thought, Yami takes off into the sky with a quick flap of his wings, leaving a big gust of wind and debris in his wake as he raced after his intriguing prey, occasionally roaring and doing swooping somersaults in the sky as he enjoyed his momentary freedom.

MARIA

The more they distanced themselves from the city, the more Yami begun to wonder what her intentions actually were. Most likely to kill him without causing a lot of damage to the city -- but he had a feeling that was not right, either. He was still wary of the magic this one could pull off, but he was pretty sure he could handle it without having to use some cheap trick to win. So far, their fight has been long ranged and he was looking to close such gap as soon as possible. It wasn't as if he was weak during (no, that simply was not possible) but it was just he felt better about close combat than anything.

Just like Maria, Yami wanted to end this swiftly.

He finally stills, wings beating the air as he hovered a few hundred feet in the air. The ocean looked pitch black, yet he could hear the waves crashing upon themselves below. But when he looked down it all looked like a never-ending oil spill.

Maria is some distance away, so he cannot exactly pinpoint what she is doing -- but he smells magic in the air like it is shedding blood to a shark.

Suddenly, there were... somethings flying towards him? They were small and circular in shape, and one narrowly missed him as he shifted his weigh and sent a gust of wind with his wings towards it; it shot off in the opposite direction, into the ocean.

Then it exploded in a flash of purple light. But Yami could not enjoy the feeling of dodging an enemies bullet because two more hit him right in the flank as he rose up to face Maria once more. There was a similar explosion, much bigger this time due to the amount, and in the aftermath it send the dragon spiralling towards the sea.

However before he can hit the water he catches himself -- he hovers just inches from the ocean's surface, bloodied and obviously enraged at his blunder. There is another loud, gargantuan roar that seems to shake the very Heavens the magical attack came from, and it now seemed Yami was absolutely through with playing silly games with her.

A loud hiss rents the air and he rises up once more, darting the rest of the way towards Maria in the blink of an eye as he tucked his wings in and let the momentum take him farther. He looked to close the gap and soon close his jaws around her. Only the sound of her small bones cracking under his teeth would sate him now.

MARIA
(He avoids 3/5 of them, just to make that clear if you were confused rip ♥)

He was exerting much more effort than he wanted to in this altercation. He had not expected for his prey to attempt to be the predator. Yami wouldn't allow it -- the small always fell to the mighty. She just relied on magic, which in his opinion was a huge joke. If you weren't ever able to use your claws, teeth, and fists there was no possible way of beating someone like him.

And he'd make sure she learned this ten times over before he finished with her. Although food was not meant to be played with.

Instead of breaking the rules, he'd just flat out deny their existence. He'd enjoy making her beg for a swift, merciful end.

The rain pelted his scales and it stung all over his body wherever the droplets landed. He could barely see his target now that the storm was raging on directly in his face. He pauses and tries to gather his wits about him just when he begins to feel the stiffness of ice growing all over him. The more rain that landed on him, the more his movement was constricted. Yami grunts, trying to absentmindedly claw at the frozen rain but it only succeeds in wasting more time. He feels much more heavier and thinks he may plummet towards the sloshing sea once again.

He trembles and drops, all the while during his descent his saliva happens to land on the ice. His freezing prison cracks ever-so slightly. It gives him enough leverage to break free as he was almost millimeters from landing face first into the ocean.

He swoops back up with a quick burst of energy, slowly circling Maria so this time he would not be a easy target to hit. Slowly he was learning from his numerous mistakes, and each time he made his way around her he got a little bit closer.

MARIA