Death Before My Eyes

He preferred not to dwell among corpses, no, he was a killer- a sociopath, but he had class. Sure he occasionally, ate the remains of his victims- enjoying the coppery taste of their blood. It was taboo, really who could blame him? However, his pristine mind always made exceptions, and he had been drawn to the tar pits by the scent of decomposition, and tar. He prowled among the various pits, the scents nearly over-whelming but something laid beneath them- the scent of another wolf, a female. Ivory audits leaned to an attentive stance, as he glanced around him. His expression was normally painted with a snarl, a mask of aggression- today the mask carried an air of indifference, though the beast lurked beneath. The beast was truly never far away from his mind.

In the wreaking environment, it didn't take him long to find the fruit of the gloom. An ebon babe, a creature shrouded in darkness, as if the night sky had came and kissed its depths into her pelt. Of course he approached her, he'd be out of his character to ignore such a delicacy, such a prize dangled right in front of his jaws. The ivory kissed devil, prowled towards her, words leaving his jaws as he move. The tone was deadly, and smooth- a caress and a mortal wound all at the same time. "A beauty such as yourself, could run into all sorts of monsters wishing to take advantage of the splendor her hips surely hold in a place such as this." As he spoke, his eyes moved suggestively over the contours of her body, lingering on the chalice that ebon kissed hips protected. It nearly made him burst with desire, his body reacting to the instincts that flooded his mind. How would the skin of night taste in his jaws, he wondered. His approach halted, as he attempted to move as close as possible to her, his ivory fur that lined his body nearly close enough, if didn't move away from his brash approach, to brush against her own night colored coat. He would have her...