LISTEN CLOSELY WHILE I WHISPER YOUR DEMISE

The dog appeared, the same one who had insisted on trying to hump her when they had first met. An insult fled his jowls, and the beast threw her head back with a roar of laughter. "What's more of a shame is that you craved my company so much you put in the effort to dream up that sad little pun." She growled, fixing the man with her cold burning gaze. Her mind was too well wrapped by her cloying insanity, too thoroughly soaked in crazy juice. "And I must say, you went very poorly about skinning that doe. That hide is going to fall apart before the flies leave you alone." She chuckled darkly, flicking a claw in the direction of the buzzing insects floating lazily around the lupine. She knew she was going to be pushing his buttons, driving him slowly mad, and soon he would be smelling her body. The daemon was in season, and her body pulsed with a dull fire of longing for another body. From her perch, he could smell her, and nearly touch her, but he could not do what he wanted. It was that knowledge that drove the tawny monster to do what she was doing.