Sweet Dreams Child [open]
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"Awww there's no reason to be sour." he said with a pout. "The day is still young and just full of Surprises." He was as animated when he spoke as he was when he tortured. Constantly swaying like a vile serpent as he matched the yearling's circle formation counterclockwise. His eyes, hot burning embers that they were remained trailed on the adolescent, looking over her silky fur with a sultry gaze. But of course sins of the flesh did not belong in the twisted catalog Grinner advocated. Rather while most males would think of her first heat, he thought of what could be done at the present. Ripping into the soft flesh of her throat and lapping at her blood as it bubbled up from lacerations. Oh the joys of an onslaught.
"What do you want beast? Do you not know who you are talking too?"
The grin spread impossibly wide at that. "Should I little one?" he teased, running his tail under her chin as he trotted in a small circle to face her. He didn't like the notion of being addressed as a common beast. His tastes were much to refined. He was far too elegant to be associated with matted fur and lacking hygiene, and so he saw fit to retort with a belittling moniker of his own, especially one she had shown such distaste in.
He inclined his head lazily toward the other wolf. Two was a party but three was a crowd. It was his words however that caught his interest. "Oh a Princess!" He chirped, glee dripping from his voice."Next time I will greet you with a curtsy." he mocked. The larger wolf greeted him in a way he had become quite accustomed to. "Neomenia wasn't it?" |
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