When Doves Cry
09-01-2014, 08:42 PM
She had left behind her home, in favor the moors nearby. She loved this place. The fog swirled around her ankles and draped off her hips. Paws sunk into the muck, it clung to legs in a familiar way. Last she had been here, she had been with Kylar. Desire curled her belly. Her crown would lift as cries filled the air. Unable to resist, her would move forward in search of the source. Saliva pooled in her mouth at the thought of murder. Someone was dying, that much was true. And now she had the chance to partake. A shiver ran down her spine as she closed in on the scene. Muscles rippled beneath her pelt as her pace quickened. Muck flung from her legs to her belly, matting her pelt. Coral pools swept over the scene as it unfolded, and frankly, she was shocked. She recognized the golden woman immediately. Taurigs whore. Lips curled in a devilish grin. Did he know what his precious wife was doing? Leaving behind the shadows, she would approach the woman head on. Pupils dilated with desire as the faint scent of blood swirled in her nostrils. "What an unexpected surprise." She would coo. Words dripped sex and carnal desire. Her gaze would lower to the pitiful man, his limb broken and bleedy, his face permanently scarred. He pleaded with her to save him, and slowly her crown would shake back and forth, a wicked chuckle rolling off her tongue. "You're doing it all wrong, my golden dove." She would approached boldly, not fearing the backlash she might face, she could easily overpower the woman. Her crown, tongue lashing out to wipe the blood from his face. Moving with lethal speed, she would snatch up his leg between fangs, and with a swift jerk, she would dislocate his shoulder, earning a howl of pain from the man. Leaning back, she would peer down at the golden woman, a smirk curling her dark lips. A brow would lift in silent challenge. Sex oozed from her pours, desire heated her flesh and swarmed her mind. Another afternoon filled with blood and murder, now if only Kylar was around, her day would be perfect. Murder, blood and sex. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |