You can't spell slaughter without laughter
06-18-2013, 04:58 PM
The words of the strange male, caught her attention and she met them with a loopy smile. Stepping forward, she stopped just before the dead wolf?s chest, and reared up. Crashing down hard, most of her weight in her paws she felt the ribs give way under her. More blood rushed out, and quickly she snaked her head into the chest, ripping out the dead wolf?s lungs and heart. Tossing the heart into the air, she turned hers head back into the chest cavity, pulling at the tender flesh with a sense of urgency. A gleeful giggle escaped her jaws, as she felt the blood seep over here. This, is how life was supposed to be ! The other female left, and Jezebel stepped away from her meal looking at the other wolf, a smile dancing on her jaws. Tendrils of flesh hung, having been snagged in her teeth, jaws parted and a sickly sweet voice, dripped like honey. ?Darling, won?t you have a taste? It?s simply?. dashing.? She spoke to the idiotically brave male, her head turning to look at the carcass that lay behind her, in point. Ooc- short post is short! & it?s fine wolf. Speech, |