MAMA WE ALL GO TO HELL
09-15-2014, 01:29 PM
The woman giggled to herself as she swirled her paws in the blood at her feet. She began humming to herself as she slowly moved her foot in a circular motion. The smell coming from the half devoured carcass was amazing. The taste of iron was still on her tongue. She danced about, covered in the blood of the fresh kill. At one point it had been a tiny ebony she wolf. But now it was a bloody mess. She had covered herself in the blood and begun a slow dance. The things in her heads had urged her to dance and dance and dance. The ground was covered in patterns, well violent and erratic lines. But the were beautiful to her. She hopped back, "Pretty." she said with a giggle. She was behaving like such a girl right now but it was simply too much fun. She tore another strip of flesh and threw it right into the center before going to re-coat her paws. Completely unaware that she stood on pack territory. "Speech." |