Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?

Chin tucked defensively against her throat, cold and calculating eyes watching his every move, every twitch of a muscle. Lips remained curled back, revealing rows of razor sharp daggers, a low snarl playing on her tongue. Perhaps she would get her hunt after all. And it came in the form of a pup, barely a year old. He was large for his age, but still smaller than herself. He was about to receive a quick lesson. One he wouldn't soon regret. One that would make him her little bitch. The thought brought a heartless sneer to her face. His daddy would be so proud.

She remained frozen in place, holding her defenses high, silvery plume flagged out behind her as she waited. She would allow him the first move, to either back down, or attack. One deadlier than the other. She hoped for the later. She wanted to taste the sweet liquid that coursed through his veins, to hear his cries for help, his pleas for her mercy. He may not be the victim she had in mind, but he would work just find. Tongue curled between her jaws, letting another snarl rip free as she let his confidence build from her lack of attack. Let him think she didn't want to fight, that she was weaker and he would have his way. But her attack would be explosive, her pent up rage finally running free. And all of it being taken out on some poor little boy.



Cat Talk, Cena Talk,