MY DEMONS HAVE WON

She had only just realised that the woman had come up behind her. But before she could attack, another woman waltzed on. Well more ran in in a horrid rage. She grinned, well she was a good looking little thing wasn't she? She kept her grin, even as she threatened to tear her apart. She tipped her head, Well of course m'Lady. the smile still upon her face she leaned down and took the carcass up in her jaws. Slowly walking away, a spring in her step. God it was so tempting, to turn back and shred the little brown damsel. A simple whirl, she could lash out and snap her like a twig, she would be just as easy to kill as the little puny dead woman in her jaws. The life no longer in her eyes. She left a trail of blood in her wake, blood and death. Once the brown one was dead it would not take the sooty fae long to react at all, and she would be left almost defenceless, taking care of the brown one. Well there was no fucking chance of her winning that fight. The coppery liquid that filled her made her shudder in pleasure. The blood that stained her muzzle and paws gave her such a thrill. She wanted More People to quake in fear before her. She wanted to rip, to tear, to shred. God she needed a release. Murder, it was her drug. Such a wonderful feeling. She wanted to let it consume her. She wanted to kill. To let the darkness win. She had changed, she was bad before, but with the thrill, she had turned. There was now not a shred of good left, her heart pure ice. The heavy weight still in her maw she trudged on. The second the smell of the pack had begun to fade, well she was not certain, the smell of the dead woman's crimson lifeline was rather overpowering, but she did not give a fuck. Fuck them. Fuck anyone who wanted to get in her way. She dropped the carcass in disgust. Paws striking the ground firmly. She was leaving this place, she didn't want to be here in the presence of mortals. She was a goddess, the goddess of night, and like night she inflicted terror.

-EXIT N?TT ALL SASSY-



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