Dabbling

The child before her seemed a little tense, Sinister could see her muscles knitting together for a moment then releasing and shuffling back under the layers of white waves. The evil she-wolf was not phased by the females speed, how she could dodge her attacks and strike much faster than she. But let's say this, Sinister had fought slimmer wolves then she, and all of them were standing over their own corpse. Her rippling frame, bottled with continuous seas of aligning bridges, were shaking from impact of her demon as it raged further onward. Halting behind the female, blinking silver optics at her before speaking in a hushed tone. No emotion flashed upon her demonic features, no grin or smirk caressed her face, only the fuse of her draining hatred shown. Blood began to ooze from her mouth, intertwined with her own saliva. Though the blood was not hers, instead it was Othello's. The taste of the she-wolf's blood was pleasing to her, sating that hunger she craved for blood lust. Her tail had stopped bleeding, leaving only a few stains to crusade it, and yet no pain came to her.

" I would and I could ravish you right here, right now, but something about you sparks my interest. You aren't intimidated by me as much as I thought, though the fear courses through your bloodstream. Yet you dare not give up, and I like that.."

ooc ;; sorry doll for short post, low muse.

"Speech"
'thoughts'