Alouette

Ravage eyed the other wolf greedily, her salmon colored tongue washing slowly over her canines. She listened to the words which poured from Klementtina's mouth like liquid gold, her ears sharply pointed forward. The words the light coated wolf spoke were perfect, each one more sweet than the last. An appreciative smile hung like a trophy on Ravage's lips,

"Yes, yes..Killing is a beautiful pleasure." She agreed freely, her shadowy mind wandering back to past murders. Ravage did not find as much pleasure in death so much as in destruction, death was just the natural result of chaos, each death much the same as the last. "The more you kill the better it gets."


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