I WALK WITH SHADOWS

Ears drank in that sweet name and he allowed himself to release a low croon, beak clacking and beady eyes boring adoringly into her. She had handled herself with expertise unmatched, dispatching her enemy with greater skill than an assassin. Not only did she do that, but she had offered him the kill. Oh, so many bones! Oh, what glee!



"Your presence is enough

of a gift to me.

Call me a suck-up

but you fill me with glee.



"Her blood on your lips...

Oh, the shivers down my spine!

My arousal would be great

were I a lupine!



"My calling is Ezekiel,

but it matches not Morphine--

what are dry old bones

to the name of a queen?"



Another croon wavered from his lips, cracked with his usual tone but oddly smooth for his normal mannerisms. The obsessive stalker lusted desperately for her company, requiring it and feeding upon it. She was a pure gem among the swine of canines that roamed these lands and he would cling to it as long as physically possible--or else he'd keep it by force.


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