#chained fury

Chaos walks closer, wings tucked about himself like a cloak and dewclaws latched in front of his collarbone. Golden eyes seem scared, and its a strange look on the demon, sharklike teeth bared in a frown of worry. Valentine might not be his favorite....but he’s all Chaos has... Feeling is too much... He’s never been out this long... At first, it was glorious to have free reign for a whole two weeks.  But then he remembers, Valentine is the host, and he himself is no longer mere energy, but living flesh and blood because of this. That meant if something was wrong, then he was in trouble. “It has been two weeks. My vessel never lets me out for more than a few days before putting me back behind the wall where it’s driest. And even then, while I am out, there are whispers. But he’s gone.”

Chaos huffs roughly from his nose and yawns awake. "Hmmm...That is a nice offer. But I would rather stay in tonight. Too many people fucking. I don't want to smell sex if I can't have it. It's just frustrating." He tucks a wing over his head and curls back up in the back corner of the cave. A thought occurs to him and glowing gold eyes peek out from under his wing, unruly and ungroomed mane drooping over one eye. "Can I have a day and night in a week or so?"

"Hmmm....I've never really thought about it. I just enjoyed things as they happen."

"I don't share Valentine, he shares us. "

Chaos grins, all teeth. "About the same. I like it a great deal. Messy but worth it."

Chaos looks confused for a brief time as the words register, then a gentle mental push from Valentine in the back of his mind.  “I would not. You are ...one of Valentine’s....You gave one to him and I....wanted one. What is it?” When it’s Chaos fully in control instead of a combination of him and Valentine, or just valentine, he’s far more animalistic. While he CAN still walk upright even with the digitigrade feet, he usually won’t when it’s his choice. He sits like a cat, clawed hands and feet tucked tidy and his long whiptail coiled about his frame. Even tucked like this he’s still quite tall and it’s no struggle to look Yuffie in the eye.

Chaos walked on all limbs, frame much like Grimmjow's release form in that he could easily walk bipedally or otherwise. The creature chuffed at Grimmjow, daring to step closer and take in the scent of the blue male. Gold eyes regarded him carefully, spoken words held at bay in favor of a flehmen grimace. "You smell stronger than you look.....Are you? I like strength." The voice is more enticed purr than words as he paced around the other, the sharp whip of his tail just barely whispering along the ground behind him. The great sails on his back unfurl long enough to shiver in anticipation before the wings settle, folded tight against his frame once more. "Win or lose it must be. But what to win? what to lose? What do I gain if I win and do not want your death? What do you offer? I can offer a meal, or a mate should I lose, but little else as I have little else to my name."