A taste for blood

i am an angel in heaven
While you lay howling in Hell

There was a need for aggression that just hadn't been met in the past months. She felt it like a fire burning deep in her gut, a silent rage that wormed its way around her heart and squeezed until she could not breathe. It had risen suddenly, this abysmal anger, and had no reason behind it other than the need for release. Maybe it was the child she had dealt with that had her in such a tiff, she couldn't be sure. Chernobyl set her broad paws in motion and allowed them free roam of their new home. She hadn't settled anywhere just yet, and she doubted she ever would, but there was still a mild shock when she found herself heading to the northern continent. Crossing the strangely varied lands, the woman came to a wide open pasture. The terrain was occasionally rocky, and the scent of blood hung in cloying clouds with the stillness of the air. The grass was brilliantly green and glistening water made her thirsty. She stopped and refreshed herself, stopping her drink short when someone let loose a challenging howl.

Her head snapped in the direction of the song, and she felt her tail curl and wave as it rose over her hips. Finally, she would get to release some of this tension and carry on with her life! Eagerly, the young terror made her way toward the challenging one. When she came upon the russet and blonde male, she halted a few yards away from him. Looking him over, she realized that she towered over him, even at her young age! Smirking as youthful cockiness filled her heart, she lashed her multi-colored tail and gave a playful-seeming bow. It was a mocking gesture, meant to belittle the male, implying that she would have to stoop down to make the fight fair. She stood seconds later, with a mischievous look in her hypnotic lavender gaze. Cher wanted to goad the male into coming for her, but she would go to him if she had to. Either way, this tension would be gone and she will learn something today!

"Chernobyl." "You." Think.