Dabbling

Othello's speech

"What is it you wish?"

Silence. That one annoying sound that buzzed endlessly in your ear drums soon took hold, driving it's talons into your skin and making sure to leave back some scars. Yet something stopped this on going cricket remedies by just the voice of the female before Sinister. Everything came washing over the evil wolf like a raging tidal wave, trying to grasp a hold of what this young women had preached at her. A few responses came to mind, though none suit her needs to let roll of the edge of her sinful tongue. She'd be telling a lie if she spoke her rights now, and this wolf was not to keen on lies. So, she had to rush into her senses and finally begin to unravel the deep obsession of unfathomable words -- surely one that could make anyone, mortal or immortal being melt with fear.

" What do I wish? ... Blood, that's what I wish for. Maybe yours, love?"

What she had said wasn't much of a question, it was a mere fact and statement. Intending on moving towards the femme, whom looked so much like her aside from the purple eyes and black markings -- the two were equally matched in appearances but Sinister had this unknown she-wolf beat by muscled fundamentals. Yes, Sinister is very powerful, and what she lacks in speed she makes up for in brute strength.

Baring canines so that now they flashed violently, her silver oculars beamed through the wolf's soul, aiming to shatter any boundaries she had up so that it would be a lot more easier to manipulate her. All Sinister wanted was a little taste of her blood, was that to much to ask? Probably, and they may end up spilling each other's blood here in about two seconds, but it shall be worth the while if it means blood has fallen. With her now soaked legs, her fragments rippled with the shifting of her muscles, and the fae stopped in front of the female she still has yet to know the name of. Sure, the two could possibly wind up becoming lifelong friends, that is, if this she-wolf can keep up with Sinister's demonic entrancement. Then we'll just have to see if Sinister can drop her walls down a bit to let someone in..

This time that the evil femme spoke she had the calmest, but still evil flourishing tone one could ever embrace upon.

" Names Sinister."


"Speech"
'thoughts'