THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU SCREAMING OVER MY LAUGHTER
12-27-2013, 11:24 AM
She could see now that it was a wolf, a man with a dark pelt and oceanic eyes. Low was the muscle tone on his willowy frame, and that was all the better for the tawny monster. Creeping from the trees canopy she slithered towards the dog, and once she was close she whispered something in his ear. "You will not be taking my forest." She growled, and slashed open his throat. Quickly his blood stained the snow crimson, his hot sanguine wine flowing in a large, steaming puddle that did not touch her immense paws. Satisfied with the scene his disbanded pack would come to find, she leapt into the trees and carried about her day. Oh what a delusion, but what of the allied packs to this meager group? Surely they would have her head for such an act, so that day dream would remain just that, a day dream. She examined the approaching mutt carefully, assuring herself that it was indeed the canid for which she searched so half heartedly. She had overheard a name for this one, Deteste. Perfect, now he would not be appalled by her using that word when describing him. Creeping from the higher points in the canopy, she silently stepped onto branches below her with ease, massive tawny paws perfect for the job. He sat at the base of a tree a few apart from the one she perched upon, so she leapt into the next, shimmying along the thinner branches that would not hold her weight for long. Now he was in the next tree, still seated against the thick trunk. She remained in the tree beside that, on the right side of him, and a few branches above him. Shrouded in darkness, only glowing primrose optics could be seen to tell where the demon perched. "So it was you who stole what I had claimed." The Queen growled, her thickly accented vocals less than happy about it. She lounged on the thick branch now, head high and scanning the territory she had so clearly staked as her own. "You mutts simply cannot let another creature have anything they desire, can you?" She snarled in sudden outrage, baring large fangs as she did so. Long tail lashed back and forth in agitation, it's dark tip disturbing the peace in the leaves that looked like needles. The monster fixed a blazing glare upon the scarred, dark pelted lupine, waiting for him to explain himself. Talk like this |
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