C’mon… I Want You To Do It… Hit Me!

Pyralis savored the squirming and the thrashing as Gossamer tried to pull her throat away from Pyr's fangs. Eventually the girl was lost, dropping limp to the ground. Pyralis licked the blood from her lips and chuckled darkly. "Oh, dear, pooooor thing." She glanced over at the wolves destroying one of her carts and simply shrugged. Sparrow had been gone awhile and Pyralis had made other models in the throes of her obsessive insanity. "You can have it if you like. Build your own fire, maybe we can have a fire war! Flaming chariot races!" She stalked toward the two wolves, the one with the wings and the one with the horns. Oh they both looked delicious. Who did she want?