It Feels Better Biting Down

Oh how Canttina loved little girlies. The curves and cockiness. The way they looked at everything with only the thickest of attitudes. The demoness saw through it, they were all little whimpies. This silver canine stared at the face of death. The blood soaked woman was a image of horror. Her whole body was littered with various scars and maw marks. Her shoulders lacked fur in places and there were indents where flesh didn't heal correctly. She was a vision of a pup's nightmare. The woman enjoyed the darkness thoroughly. She thrived on death, doom, lust, and destruction. Though, she loved to play with her lovlies. Playing with her food before and after she ends their life.

The demoness cocked her head to the side with a sickening smile. Her teeth were tainted with a soft tint of crimson and yellow. A ravaged tongue slithered across her bloody muzzle. The little silver woman stared at Canttina. A soft voice filled her ears. The earthy pelted demoness giggled with a whip of her head. A crack was heard from her neck. She moaned softly, " That one was for the books. " She laughed some more before she rolled her marred shoulders. Her eyes flicked the silver woman's without emotion. She watched as the woman stepped over her meal. " Do not worry my lovely. My belly is full. I ravaged the bellows a lovely Doe. " Her lips cracked a smirk, fangs came into view. " How rude of me. " She looked away quickly, " My name is.. " The demones paused for a few moments before she looked back at the woman. " Canttina. "




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