of sinners and saints

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Her plains were met with proverbial applause. This odd yellow-eyed she-wolf practically adored the idea, in fact, she'd done something similar herself. Not that it had ended well. Silverback was a little fuzzy on the idea of ever having to kill her pets. It all depended upon her moods and upon how they played upon them. Perhaps some would play upon her gentler nature -if it could be called that - like Canttina, but it was equally possible some would unconsciously entice her into... rougher play.

She was already going to be holding them in a cave against her will, it took only one small step to move on to true torture if she wished. Oh what games would open up then! -- Oh and then of course there could be the boring rebellious types that she would have to cull right off. Growing attached to a pet, though, and then having to kill it. Well she would at least feel some kind of twisted remorse - unlike this thing between her paws.

Sunshine went on to speak of plans and of offering herself willingly. She would like it - she would love it. And what's more, the dog went on to lick at her paw. She was enjoying herself immensely. Silverback purred with throat approval. "Good girl." Closeness and warmth like this was something she had only ever experienced while in the act of killing, ....or, rather recently, in the act of mating. Seemed now she could call upon it whenever she wished, something to light the dark loneliness with which had been cursed with. Well, she would be alone no more. Now she could dominate and bend others to her will, reveling in the control that she, as a great hunter and creature, was entitled to. She would be a cat among mice, a dragon upon sheep, and she had the first of her hoard beneath her already.

As the wolf snuggled closer, and let her heart beat quicken, Silverback let slip a little of the support she had had on her forelegs, and pressed more of her weight into the smaller animal, effectively pinning her. It was accompanied by further soothing licks to the muzzle and ears, before that seemed to grow old and the she-cat raised her head once more to the sunrise.

"It will not be exactly as you say," she murmured in her voice like velvet. "I am not so stupid as to keep them kenneled together. Your kind's one advantage is your numbers, and I will not give such. You, however, little Canttina, what shall I do with you? You could have a cave of your own - but to be freed from at times, and no doubt whenever you come into season. And I would enjoy taking you on the occasional trip out and about with me." If Canttina proved skillful or even trainable, she could possibly be of use with hunting. All of a cat's hunting techniques work best alone, but the wolf could be sent out on missions of her own, or perhaps called upon to carry the burden of fresh kills. This idea was gettting better and better by the minute. "And of course, bringing you to see the others of my collection would provide great entertainment for me, and perhaps enrichment for them. Though-" she added, "No killing them - unless I give you permission of course."