draw your swords
06-06-2014, 01:58 PM
let me be your PANZRAM The woman bounded through the forest. Her heavy paws hit the ground with such force. The bitch was a force, pure power radiated from her very body. The woman had her eyes set on the hare before her. It glided around the shrine with such quickness. The woman followed it as if she knew where it would step next, every time. The scent of her next meal enticed her taste buds. Her mouth began to water, drool poured from her jowls in excitement. But, when she flung herself from the ground. Those two fore paws grappled the hare with such power, its ribs were crushed instantly. Nausica skidded to a halt and brought her head down to the prey. Huge jaws opened before snapping down on the animals neck. The woman hunched over her meal. she began to rip through the flesh. Licking the bones clean. She tossed away the tufts of fur, like tail and belly. Yet, she ate everything but the head, bones, and feet. The girl tilted up, her eyes were wide with blood lust. She often go excited, with each kill. It happened more and more lately. As she grew older and in size the bitch felt more powerful and she wanted to use it whenever she could.. Speech. |