Lava eyes are full of hunger. He has been unsatisfied for so long, left with out fulfillment, he craves it now more then ever, an end to his hunger and his suffering. This campers spread out on the southern edge of town could give him that, so fresh and full of life, and they wait there begging for him to take it away. He isn't even supposed to be alive. He was granted this breath by his mistress. Brought back to do Risque's bidding, nothing but an agent of anger. That was all he felt, betrayal and annoyance. Enmity, so great that it grew inside his chest and rumbled like fire every time he stopped to think. Cobain hated everyone and there was little room in his heart for love. He loved one thing, and one thing only, and that was the satisfying puncture of fangs through skin and blood down his throat, the look in a mortals eyes when they saw their lives slipping from their grasp.

That lovely last gasp of air from their lungs. Then nothing.

What a wonderful, delicious sound.

The blood...the violence. Watching the life fade away from those cold, callus, wicked read eyed gaze. Cobain was a killer and that is all he would ever be, as his mistress would have it be so.

It was misfortunate that Cobain should find the couple just trying to camp with one another. Cobain having stalked through the trees like a lion. No. Not a lion. Like a snake - he slithers, he slides, and with his serpent's eye on them, that red gaze flittering to each of their faces. His lips almost twitch into a smile. And perhaps had those eyes been their natural earthen shade, maybe, with a smile, he would have looked entirely normal.

But instead he just looks like a deadly demon.
Not too far off from what he truly is.

Then there is another in his line of sight, he can smell her rare blood practically lifting his way. She is a vision in blonde. What was she doing way out here? Perhaps Cobain ought to see if she needed any assistance. Lava fueled eyes have found their new target. A pretty blonde fae and Cobain goes to her perhaps not the intention of a meal, but for the reason he was brought back from the dead: to spread some misery.

He moves to her like he knows what will happen, as if they had prearranged this date and he was simply here to carry out what must be done, his thirsty lips drawn back across his gums for a moment to reveal those razor fangs the color of ivory. It is a strange mixture of a smile and a snarl, although it is soundless, no noise is drawn from his throat. He feel's the same shiver of power, as if the forces of earth were driving him on.

He was created to cause pain, and he needed no prompting to do so.

Even with out his dastardly mistress to constantly sway his hand, Cobain was going his job, like a good dog must do. Because that was all he was, some dratted hell hound, that barked and bit at his master's command and sat when told to do so. He hated every moment of it and yet could not live for anything else. Without Risque, he would be nothing, and this very thought so haunted him.

Somewhere in Cobain's warped mind he figured he could take it out on the pretty fae girl, that she would bare the scars of his anger, that he would tear her apart physically and emotionally. That made him feel so much better, and he hadn't even started. The very thought of it made him quiver in anticipation, as he slipped a little closer to the blonde maiden that bathed in her own thoughts.

"Oh dear, this is a sorry sight," he coo's almost too sweetly towards her, moving ever closer without waiting for any invitation. But he does not reach for her just yet, even as those fangs becomes exposed once more. But he doesn't bite just yet, he turns his dead unfocused, red eyes to her and smiles. "Have you ever felt broken, dear?" he croaks, tilting his head at her, before reaching that pale hand out to gently touch her shoulder, running that hand down her arm before pulling away just as he reaches her elbow. There is nothing threatening about him, not physically, he is small, so crushable, brittle boned but undeniably strong. A monster in a child's body, the scariest thing of them all. "Ever felt misery so deep it saws through your bones?" he says, almost growls towards her, there is no smile on his face, no emotion behind those ruby red eyes. "Because I want to show you what it is like."