Enhanced Figurine Dolls

The beast had found her prey, an ivory canine so stupidly sitting around. It was as if the lupine wanted the terror to kill her and crush her bones and rend her flesh. She would not eat the wolf though, she had once, and they tasted like soot and fecal matter. Or what she imagined the two substances would taste like if she had ever eaten them. Creeping towards the fool from the beams in the ceiling, she fought back a growl of pleasure as her heart raced in anticipation. She swallowed a scream, a nails on chalkboard screech that would incite a chase. She was never one for a chase, she wanted to surprise her victims, see the look of shock on their faces as her jaws closed around their throats and tore them apart. Massive paws and razor sharp claws gripped the thin beam as she strode towards the pathetic canid. This was it, she would attack, spill blood. She leapt, landing mere inches from the unaware lupine, a maniacal grin splitting her lips as she tore the weakling to pieces.

It was all a mere fantasy. Playing about in her head while she slunk through the shadows and into the building. Her tawny pelt rippled with strength and power, muscles thickly corded over her frame. She was the essence of power, and incited fear in those who were unlucky enough as to see her before she killed them. Pale golden orbs would glow like the flames of a lantern as her voice echoed through the room.
"Hello wolf."
She would growl, her vocals thickly accented with Russian. Massive incisors would flash in the darkness as a grin revealed them from under her dark lips. Long tail would flick from side to side, revelling in her fantasy as it repeated itself over and over and over in her twisted head. She would remain in the shadows, waiting for a response from the inferior creature.