cruel intentions

I eat wolves like you in the night ,


he took his freedom for granted, wanting to stir up trouble & weasel his way into the bad graces of far too many. one would say he begged for it- got off on others in pain. he adored ruining things, breaking them and molding them into his favor. and very, very soon.. Vadim planned to sedate his itch to corrupt. he held no followers, no assets yet. no one knew his name. & while it frustrated him to wear no stripes in the land of boreas- to bear no fear before his name, it did well to make way for his more shadowed plans. patience, that which he still struggled to have.
in due time, Vadim would obtain what he wanted: a harem and power to abuse. but first, a pack to join. 'But what of my whims?' he ponders, conflicting ideas in his mind as he went over his agendas. he sighs, unsure of why he was the way he was; never staying in one place too long & growing bored rather easily at the mention of responsibility. he was not law abiding & his lying was getting difficult to keep up with. & while he was power hungry, he was not politically concerned in any facet. "then perhaps a rank of power?" ahh.. his eyes relaxed. something in-between for the complexity of Vadim Dieudonné. he had specific aspirations and needs.
after a long day of assessing and critiquing his plans, Vadim was satisfied. he earned the time to lounge, and to enjoy himself. and so the brute crept, his large dark body coming to loom over an edge of a hot spring pool; its vapor soothing and hot as he took no time to venture inside-, one step after another, the water caressed around his rounded girth & toned arms. to his chest, the water rippled then stilled. he released a sigh of relief, looking upwards at the indigo sky as stars twinkled above him, thinking of how the gods in the sky judged him for his barbarities.. & cruel intentions.


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