Yami woke up as soon as the flames died away and he felt the sun stinging his eyes. He felt warm and oddly content with Maria's magic still effecting him; but it soon left him. And then he grew angry as the memories of his loss against the magi came back to haunt him. His clothes were in bad shape, almost unable to cover his body. He sits up and glances around. He was still exhausted but he mentally scolded himself for sleeping out in the open as he did. It just resulted in making him even angrier.

A few hours later, Yami is crouched on top of a building above the alley he had been left inside of. He was dozing off, but heard some noise and it was loud enough to catch his attention briefly. He was not disappointed. He couldn't help but allow a low growl to erupt from his throat, unsheathing his claws and stretching his taut body. This time he was ready. This time he would win.

Perched on top of the edge of the building's rails, Yami drops down silently, landing on all fours behind Maria. At first he hides, almost out of fear, be he notices that she had not caught sight of him yet, so he breaks into a shambling run and lunges at Maria with teeth bared and a loud snarl coming instinctively from his throat as he aimed to sink his teeth into her leg to trip her and hopefully make her fall.

MARIA

Yami almost laughed from the rising sense of joy that threatened to overwhelm him at that moment. He enjoyed it more when they struggled, when they fought but knew they had lost in the end. She conducted some sort of spell, but it didn't seem to be anything offensive. So his hypothesis was true: he was predominantly a long-ranged magic user. This time he simply used his weight to pin her flailing limbs to the ground, pressing his knees onto her thighs to keep her still enough. Yami grabs her wrists tightly with one hand and forces her arms above her head, his free hand covering her mouth so she couldn't scream for help. This time she'd most definitely need it.

He pauses to catch his breath, the excitement he felt over making someone powerless truly was a euphoric feeling — he loved it more than anything. As his breathing evens, he finally makes eye contact with her as he leaned down to whisper by her ear. "I am going to remove my hand. Do not scream." He warns wwothith a soft, almost kindly voice. But it was obvious he meant the opposite.

Yami slowly takes back his hand and places it on Maria's neck, digging his claws into the soft flesh there. "I don't get to have fun often... you'll keep me entertained, yes?"

MARIA

Ah… she was crying. As much as Yami did love seeing his victims weep and beg for their miserable lives, he felt there was more to come of this than a simple meal. Eating her would be a waste, he figures. Especially after she had beaten him at what he assumed he did best: fight. Yes. More could be sustained from this encounter. A lifetime of possibilities!

He growls, digging his claws into the succulent flesh of her throat. Not too roughly, but enough pressure to hopefully silence her tears. “Shush now, pretty thing. You can cry later.” He murmurs hopefully, yellow eyes wide and pupils almost pinpricks against his iris. He wouldn’t make any mistakes this time.

“Tell me. Your name.” His voice is blunt, almost dismissive, but the growing lust in his eyes suggested differently.

MARIA
(Look how fucking late this is, I’m sorry.)