MIDNIGHT CITY

N/A · 06-03-2013, 01:39 AM

The scent was unfamiliar. It was fresh. It was unwelcome. Too close to the den. Too close. Too close. Foreign things had no place in her domain, no matter how temporary her current dwelling may be. This was her spot. Her safety. Hers. The term 'sharing is caring' was blown to hell and back as far as Vitani was concerned. Sharing was for the weak. For Prey. She was not Prey. She was the Hunter. The Killer. The Loner.

'A tasty little morsel, waiting there for me.'

The intruder was female, a traveler, strong. A nuisance all the same. She could be the gods' gift to earth for all Vitani cared. None were welcome. None were wanted. None but Silence and Solitude. She had all the company she could need. And yet the intruder remained, walking through the forest, pretty as you please. A few well placed bites, and that silky white coat would be bubbling with crimson regret. Regret for the unwanted. Regret for the unneeded. Regret for the Trespasser.

'Crack goes her little spine, snap snap snap.'

She followed at a distance, her already stealthy movements muffled by the thick fog that enveloped the forest floor in its eternal embrace. Mismatched occs zeroed in on the femme as she reached the clearing, burning amber and glittering gold. The Tresspasser thought she was alone. That she was safe. What a foolish notion. Monsters were always dwelling in the darkness. Ghosts never slept. Vitani was no exception. Insominia was her best friend.

'She sleeps, the sheep, waiting for the slaughter.'

Only when the Tresspasser's breathing slowed did Vitani emerge from the hollowed depths, hips swaying with every well-placed step. Her instincts screamed for this bitch's blood. Who was she to invade Vitani's new space? Granted, she'd be well on her way to a new location before sunrise, but for the moment this was all hers. But weren't all creatures most vulnerable in sleep? No lies could be spoken or promises broken while in the clutches of darkness. This Tresspasser was no threat. At least, not yet. So why not take a moment to study, observe, learn. The blood letting could come later, like it always did.

What was once a cautious, guarded expression slowly melted into one of innocent curiosity. A freak she may appear to be on the surface, but underneath the facade, Vitani remained to this day the very creature she'd been reborn as; a timid, clueless little thing, naive to the worlds ways. Previously narrowed eyes widened in a false attempt to take in every detail they could, her body, now crouching low to the ground in what could be perceived as a submissive posture, bringing her level with the slumbering she-wolf's form. Oh, the things this prone figure could teach her, if only Vitani knew how to ask.

"Speech" 'Thought'

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