I love the fog

Vriska could feel the air freezing around her skin, something was wrong. Something she couldn't quiet pinpoint. While she would have thought her teeth would have scratched against skin and blood would have swelled over her tongue. The male was far too big though, obviously she would not be able to play this game correctly. Savaging, as fear developed like a bubbling cage around her heart. Her violet eyes glowed within the mist as she felt the sudden feeling of the male that was moving over her. Then he was gone, this only made her even more mad with this dreading feeling she hated inside of her. Vriska stopped and a deep growl arose in her throat, this man would have to pay. She wanted to tear into his chest, tear out his heart and feel it being crushed between her teeth. There was no more joy in that until now, usually she only killed those she really hated. She hated him for giving her this feeling, Vriska was enraged as she felt her muscles calling to her. She stared enraged at the prey in which she was about to become exactly that herself. The girl was unaware that not only was she smaller, but she did not have as much experience as this man did. In this cruel world she thought that nothing could reach her, well this was the one time something would reach her and it wouldn't be a very happy result to come out of it.

She launched herself forward in a fury, not even thinking about how she should attack of defend. Only that she wanted to tear him to shreds with all her might. Her paw skidded against the ground as she blindly opened her jaws to attack him. Not caring where, it left clear opening all over her body as her head reached his chest. A smirk arose when she thought she had won. He would easily be able to grab her and trash her about like a cheap rubber toy. Vriska held this thought to no care though, the whole world could go kick the sack for all she cared. This man was her mortal enemy at the moment. She hated this feeling so much she would convey it as much as she could to him. She was pathetic in these ways but would not once stop herself to think about how she could clearly lose her life. In which she did not care.