[Darc rumbles as he watches him, nostrils flaring and his whole body tensing at the sight. He feels powerful. Feels unequivocally wanted, like he's finally experiencing the thrill of holding somebody in thrall. Like he's suddenly, finally found a way to feel the Deimos' love for conquest. Like an unquenchable instinct written in his very blood. And nothing could be better than sating that love.]

Shiro.