[u][i] –Seven- [/u][/i]

Seven gave a smile that was defiantly sadistic yet creepy, he liked his prey and was enjoying his meal. He licked the blood from his lips and gave a meow as it was a good meal. “Oh, why? I just smelled the scent and I took a chance! Maybe I am psychotic maybe not… its all what you think of me! Its instincts of course… when you have a chance…” He looked at her, like his cat eyes were seemingly glowing at the dark watching her, like prey. “Take it.” He said that, as the bird was still moving at his hands. Seven glanced on the bird and dropped the bird on to the floor and it giving sounds of pain. As much he wanted to finish it off he let it live...for this time. “Oh well…since you are so touchy with it I will not eat it… for now… well when you are not looking I guess.” He licked his hand, still tasting the metallic blood from his lips. 

“I am still hungry so maybe I should hunt you? You do have that interesting bird scent I…very much like…” Seven walked towards her; nearly an inch near at her face, his smile so similar to a Cheshire cat but creepier but he instead flicked her nose in a kid like manner and flipped like an acrobat behind her. “ I’m kidding, that’s wouldn’t be fun wouldn’t it? Well maybe but nah!” He chuckled as he sat down on air, crossing his legs and still licking the blood of his lips. Seven watched her carefully, his maroon purple cat eyes carefully watching and not even looking away.