Monkey Off Your Back

Before the damsel stood a beast in black, a beast that crept deep in your heart and ate your soul. Ceasing her ambush, her heart beating rapidly, she noticed this monster was not a creature of the deep in fact, but a mere wolf. As the alabaster dame proceeded yet again in a forward motion, and again it was terminated. The lupine before her spoke. Its words floating through the fog, entering the females hearing range. A cannibal? How funny, she mused. She could play on this key factor, that the wolf was scared of her eating it. Thinking of how she would answer, suddenly she thought of the fact that she had heard two voices. Where was the second creature? Peering around the black one, she saw no one.


Maybe I am a cannibal, maybe I?m not. She said with a grin. Fear not, I am not going to kill you. As for dragging me down, I very much doubt so. Of course the female was not going to do such a thing. Zarzenova only toyed with others, never drawing blood unless necessary. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she actually questioned the black spawn. Who were you talking to beforehand? No use hiding the fact, I heard you. Right to the chase; no lingering or delaying the question. She scrutinized the wolf, awaiting her answer, if she even got one.




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