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Deer For My Dear

Manea



Manea

Elysium
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age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
91
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
608
player
Shelby

Samhain 2022Statue 2 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Ooh La LaPride - Bisexual
07-11-2021, 05:41 PM
Walking away from those brutalized sheep instead of giving in to their needs and lusts after Alastor's heated kiss was one of the most difficult things she had to do. The way he held her as his lips crushed to hers, the primal look in his obsidian eyes, the sound of his deep, rumbling growl... Gods she wanted him and she wanted him now, but she'd ruin her whole plan if she allowed herself to give in now. She had already resisted this long, she supposed a few more days wouldn't kill them - though even that was getting questionable at this point. She followed him as they tracked down some more helpless prey to take out their aggressions on even though it really just felt like a bandaid for the problem at hand. She was more than happy to murder as many animals as Alastor wanted, though after they were done here she was going to double down on finding their sacrifice so they could finally have their relief.

She caught the scent of their next target just moments before Alastor got her attention and motioned in the direction they should go, following him over the crest of a hill. Once the herd of deer came into view she hummed with delight as she watched them milling about, blissfully unaware of the destruction that was about to befall them. She gave him a glance when he asked if she wished to take the lead this time, giving him a grin. "I'd be happy to, my darling." She looked back at their prey for a moment, aqua gaze following their movements as she picked apart the herd and decided where she wanted to start. Her gaze landed on one of the bucks that lingered near the fringes of the herd closest to them and a smirk crossed her lips as she silently started working her way down the hill toward them, crouching low so that she was nearly invisible moving through the tall grasses of the prairie.

Her feline paws and movements kept her movements silent as she crept up to the herd, practically on top of the buck before he ever noticed she was there. She slid up beside the creature and just as it looked down at her with wide eyes she leapt up, latching her deadly jaws onto its throat and yanking it down to the ground with ruthless efficiancy, barely letting it get a sound out before she ripped apart its throat and left it struggling and flailing as it bled out at her paws.

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