Something Forgotten
04-28-2014, 04:46 PM
Precious life, especially the lives of younger wolves mattered little to the dark beast that had stalked the young boys across the lands. They were alone. Vulnerable. Victims to be had. A smirk played on her lips as orbs of white with crimson rings settled upon the larger of the two. He would prove to be the most fun, perhaps even offering just a bit of a fight before she took his life. Then, with any luck at all, the younger whelp would cower down with fear from the fighting... And she would have the blood of two new victims upon her coat tonight. She would follow them to the riverbed, hardly making a sound. The fools didn?t even know she was here, did they? Oh no, no they didn?t. How the wicked smirk would form upon her lips. Would they try to beg for their pitiful lives? In the end it didn?t really matter... They would not be spared. Forbidden Destruction would set basic defenses, not that she felt too much need for them, as she prepared to spring; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, tail tucked, stance widened, neck scrunched, chin tucked... And then she was off. She would lunge for the darker male, jaws aimed for his scruff. "Speech" Think |