nightcomer

Her paws fell upon the deck like war drums. The sound rang through the hollows below, wafting into nothing after a while. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, it was a technique she found herself doing often. She allowed for the scents around her to slither their way between her yellowing fangs onto her pale tongue. Lingering their long enough for her to taste the air around her. This time.. she tasted the metallic scent.. the sickening scent. Blood. The woman began to step with a bit more pep. Her hear remained low and her tail was level with her back. She weaved through the corridors. The murderous sound of a discrete banging filled her tri-toned ears. Her right lip curling as it twitched up to expose her salivating jowls. As the scent grew closer, drool dribbled from her lips. Attaching itself to the dark fur upon her chest.

A familiar flare of tones filled her ears. The dialect the creature used, the words. Her eyes nearly rolled as she carried on further towards the room in which this disastrous being spilled from. The fur upon her neck stood up, tickling her sensitive skin with the undying anticipation of lust. His words repeating within her mind, driving her mad. Yet, her crimson gaze finally met the Wolf. She rounded a corner into a room. Snow flicked in slowly through a window, peppering the room with an alabaster tone. But, something horrible stained the snow. Pools of the metallic liquid that ran through their very bodies. Blood. Her eyes fallowed the scene before finally resting upon the man. Her lips were curled up in a complete snarl to expose those disgusting chompers. The woman took a step into the room, allowing herself to come in contact with the the first few drops of blood she could. Schon lowered her head to floor level, knees bending slightly. The monster would then allow for her pink tongue to roll from the chasm in which is slept. She lapped at the crimson liquid, her eyes wide as the taste met her tongue. It was as if she could feel it running through her body. Coating her mouth and throat with such a beautiful sensation..

Finally the beast raised her head, allowing for her attention to slip towards the dripping fool before her. Schon's booming voice would enter into the air, using the same dialect she had known from the powerful roots of her family. "Wir müssen euch ein Festmahl vorbereiten, kleine Taube." The beast would slither towards the heathen, leaning in to extend that same tongue to meet with the crimson drool that hanged from his muzzle. if he allowed her, she would lap at it before letting her tongue to retreat into its rightful home. Schon allowed her lips to curl into a gentle smile rather then a snarl. Her eyes narrowed slightly observing the creature. Her same confidence was evident, she was not afraid. A fight with a deranged fool may even be fun for her old bones. She would eat him alive. The female moved to stand face to face with him, her lips parted as she panted ever so slightly. Even if the monster appeared calm on the outside her mind raced with the opportunities. The power that was held within the room, it radiated as if it were an undying heartbeat of demented souls. Schon graced him once more with her illustrious voice, returning to the germanic verbiage. "Wir werden töten. Scheiße. Verbrauchen. Ich verspreche." The lady would then tilt her head as she stared into his ravenous eyes. A tiny little snicker slipped from her lips as she allowed for her paws to flex ever so slightly. Her pads soaking up the blood that pooled around them. The fur between her rough pads becoming saturated with the rotting liquid. Her gaze would drift downward, looking to the blood. A sickening twitch of her lip could be seen as her right paw began to play with it, patting the liquid gently to watch it ripple.