Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

The waves of the salt water lapped against his legs, soaking his fur to his flesh. He faced the bitch before him, his jaws coiled into a snarl. Who did she think she was? Something about her, seemed familiar, but he disregarded it. He wondered who she was, but that didn?t matter. His mind quickly turned to his wondering of what her flesh would feel like as he ripped it apart under with his jaws. What would she taste like? How would her crimson life stain his pelt?

He was a handsome wolf, tall with a thick white pelt. Grey and tan markings adorned his face, special only to him, and an anomaly from his pack. His mother?s pelt was a fleck grey and his fathers was tan and white. How these marking had came to be were a mystery to all of them. He took an orb from each of his parents in the theoretical sense. One of his mother?s blue eyes, and one of his father?s golden. He was like the perfect mold between his dead parents.

He surveyed to wolf before him, taking in her frame and build. Her next words, however, stopped him in his examination. ?Who the fuck are you and why do you pose as my Cree.? The words weren?t a question but a statement. ?Cree?? Only one wolf had ever called him that, and that was a name that he used to fuel his vengeance.

His massive frame would turn towards her completely, his head lowering to protect his throat and his paws bracing himself in the wet sand. His tail would stick out behind him, balancing him, and he would then stalk forward slowly. A feral snarl would rip from his throat, as he stared down the bitch before him. No one called him Cree and survived to repeat it.

?I am Creedance. Fool, why do you address me as Cree? Don?t you know who I am?? The words echoed around them filled with power and malice. This fool would answer him and try to run from him, or she?d die the fool she seemed to be standing in the ocean water. Her carcass would be shark food, and he?d stand from the bank watching as they ripped her apart.