Crimson immediately removed himself from the sphere sense of his control and pulled Kyra towards him.
His hand brushed the hair behind Kyra's ear, and he played with it.
"I just found the most amusing thing. Can you guess what it is?"
Kyra had no idea, so she shook her head. Crimson chuckled.
"Draconoids. I guess Level 10 Warbeasts," Crimson pulled on his long wolf's ear, "Is not that great at all. We heard them say five, but what I saw was two dozen Draconoids gathering around the corpse of their brethren."
"The one we killed." Kyra concludes.
"Yep. So now they are after us. What should we do?"
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes that Kyra did not miss. She narrowed her eyes before following his line of sight.
The mercenary group are walking together in front of them. Oblivious of the two whispering to each other. Kyra already knew that look Crimson was giving them. The question is... should she let him?
After a few seconds of thinking, Kyra sighed.
"Keep the leader alive. We can pick two random beasts to accompany us back to their continent."
"We can settle for one." Crimson suggested. The mad glint in his eyes and the way his tongue lick the side of lips can cause some people who saw it shudder.
But not Kyra. "Okay, one. I guess the probability of four surviving this ordeal is normal in the range of mission difficulty rather than five."
After they reached an understanding, they left with the group. Crimson gladly ran up front and stupidly clung to their thighs. It seems that's the attitude of the original beast he was impersonating.
The small one is quiet and doesn't talk much. Making it convenient for Kyra as she doesn't need to keep a pretense. She flashed a sympathetic look at Crimson.
Her eyes were saying, 'Its pathetic to be you.'
Obviously, Crimson did not miss that glance. He happily exchanged her pitying look with a mischievous grin. Before pulling his attention back to the two right hands of the mercenary leader.
The man on the right is two feet taller with bodybuilder brown muscles. He has an eye patch that goes well with his wolf like ears. His eyes are cold and ruthless. He did not hold back in mocking Crimson with his look.
The other man, Crimson found him the most troublesome. His eyes are lecherous. Crimson was a tall, lean man, but it was obvious the man's stare was on his butt and face. Crimson was aware there were some homosexual beasts, but he did not expect to find one here.
Now, what should he do? It would be nice to add some spice drama to the fight later. Crimson could not hold back the thirst in his throat. Damn, his bloodthirst is stronger than ever.
As they walk deeper, the other man, who had been staring intently at his behind, keeps making moves on him. The guy's burly arms were draped around his shoulders. Crimson did not mind.
He enjoys the attention. And he's very much looking forward to seeing how this beast looks when he cuts off his manhood and feeds it to the Draconoids. Just imagining this beastman's trousers dripping with blood, his face suffused with fear, his voice shrieking both in agony and fear.... Crimson can't help but shiver in delight.
Observing all this, Kyra silently stood on the corner. Not letting her presence be known to anyone. She knew what Crimson was thinking. Because of the blood they shared, they have this bond that lets them know what the other is feeling.
It's more like empathy.
Crimson is not discreet with his bloodlust. He's also aware that Kyra knew what he was planning. The more he anticipates the bloodshed, the more excited he gets. His smile is getting brighter. The man's hands are getting out of place too. It slid down to Crimson's back, softly caressing his skin beneath his clothes, then it lowered onto his lean waist.
Crimson was itching to bleed out the wrist of this bastard, but he held it in. Patience is a virtue, humans usually say. And in Crimson's opinion, the more patient he gets, the more this bloodbath becomes even more worthwhile.
A distant roar interrupted their quiet journey. Crimson and Kyra look at each other. Crimson let out a loopsided grin. Kyra frowns at it. Then, in the next second, she felt a hand pulling her to the side as Draconoid's mouth found its way to someone's head.
With a clean, guttural swipe, it ripped the head off. There was no time for someone to scream. Everyone readied their swords and whatever weapons they could pull out of their scabbards.
Their eyes are full of fear, their hands are trembling, but none of them back down. Crimson appreciated their courage. It makes the massacre even tastier.
In his chest, he held Kyra's face. When Kyra tries to take a peek to see what's going on, he shoves her head down.
"What's wrong with you?" Kyra whispered.
"Shhh, we're at the good part. Be good and don't try to make a move."
Kyra was disgruntled, but she did not object and obediently stayed down. Crimson watched with pure ecstasy as the right hand man who was groping him had his left arm eaten. Crimson is staring intently.
'Eat his crotch.' He kept repeating these words in his brain, urging the Draconoid to do his bidding. Crimson watched with wide eyes as the Draconoid's eyes started to change. From color grey and transparent, it took a bright red color.
And bright red is Crimson's color.
He watched with anticipated breath as the Draconoid opened its wide mouth, lowering its head down and picking up the pervert beastman.
The beastman screamed in pure horror as he felt pain in his lower limb. With a swish, the Draconoid throws him to the side. His head hit the tree trunk and he died instantly because of poison.
Crimson whistled.
"That's what I'm talking about." He murmured. Kyra curiously looked up at him.
"What happened?"
"You were right, little wench." Crimson flash her a smile.