arteries
03-11-2014, 05:21 PM
The sound of an approaching creature captured the attention of a killer, and primrose pools fixated on the approaching form of a filthy mongrel in the distance. A cruel chuckle bubbled up from the depths of the demoness' pale chest as she slunk through the branches and drew ever closer, until she was following alongside the lupine. It stopped, scenting the air with a slightly confused expression, and the beast seized the opportunity. Hurling herself from the trees, she landed upon the back of the canine, crushing it beneath her bulk and snarling with malevolent glee. Immense fangs were bared for a split second, and promptly sank into the neck of the wolf. There was the crunching of vertebra, and the painted she wolf was dead, twitching pitifully as it bled out on the ground. With a blood curdling shriek, the tawny murderer tore open the carcass with her curved talons for the sheer glee of destroying the flesh of the stupid trespasser. The sun long since sunk below the horizon, she would prowl her domain and search for more delightful intruders, her lust for wolf blood never quenched. Ah, such fantasies. In her search away from these lupine infested lands, she had not found any felines of her own kind, and had grudgingly retreated to what she knew, despite how filthy and rotten it was. Now, she had reclaimed her territory, and was lounging in a bed of furs and sleeping off her most recent meal. Pale golden optics were fixed on a pallid, disgusting lupine that traipsed through what had been clearly made out to be the territory of the redwoods true queen. A faint growl bubbled up in the beast's throat as she watched the creature approach, sniffing around and trying to figure out where the monster was hiding. Finally, the mutt let out a bark, announcing her own painfully obvious presence and demanding the daemon make herself known. With a snarl, muscles would ripple under a tawny coat while the immense paws of the feline would slither down the branches to end up a mere few feet above the canine. Disdain was plain in the features of the murderess as she watched the features of the mutt. They were painted, interestingly enough, but overall the bitch was unimpressive. "You are trespassing. Explain yourself." Heavily accented Russian lyrics would snarl as the monster's tail would lash angrily from side to side. She was not happy to be seeing another one of these in her territory, and was not in the mood for chitchat. Although, in hindsight, the beast never wanted to converse with canines, or interact with them, or even coexist with the filthy creatures. "Speech" |
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