TRASHED AND SCATTERED [M]

the conversation, mostly one sided throughout, had been annoying, but the sinister smile that danced on the edge of his lips gave promise that it was about to take a turn for the more interesting. The old birds words came across, ?Enlighten me.? That verbose was enough alone to emit a dry chuckle from his throat. Eyes flashed, as he turned his head, moving closer to the older wolf with a smile on his jaws, revealing the canines that had once been used to kill the wolf he seemed to be here to avenge. His secret breached the confines of his throat, and has his jaws parted allowing the words to escape they tasted like honey, reverberating into this mouth.

?she tasted absolutely heavenly. I?ll never forget the feel of her blood in my mouth, that heavenly taste. The best part? She did nothing to me, merely was the meal in my path. ?

The words were drool, low monotone- though the yearning for the taste again seeped in his mind, he wanted her again. He wanted to feel the silk of her blood warming his palette as it soaked into his very being. He craved the orgasmic pleasure that he had experienced, the ecstasy.

?Tell me bird, does that burn? Does that make the murder that you came to avenge hurt even more? Have I shoved my talons further into whatever emotion you came chasing one such as me, on??

Turning his back on the old man, he faced the edge of the cliff, assuming that the fool would just leave. Tail flicked, the move dismissal, as he stared off at the water cascading below them. His mind reeled from reliving that moment, the taste the feeling the high he had experienced. Again he would have to experience it. He needed it. He had to have it. His chest was tight with the need, his heartbeat strained. He needed release.