Satan Incarnate [Mature]

The Winter season had finally set in, and now I hit the ripe old age of eight... What a wonderful life time it has been for me. I mean hell, my life was a soap opera. But needless to say, I was still a little to stubborn to die. I was not ready... we are not ready. That twisted awful grin marked my features, giving me a more demonic look then anything. I was on a search, yes I was.. For the one, sorry son of a bitch that mounted my lovely little daughter.. Sure I may have wanted her dead, but I would prefer to ruin her life myself. Didn't need anyone else to fuck that up.. And sure, she may not know I existed. As a matter of fact, I took off when she was just a little pup, still nursing come to think of it. Every attempt I had made to end her life was rudely interrupted by my significant other. I suppose he lacked the same sense of humor as I did. I can smell him love. Can you? No.. not yet.. I smell nothing.

I continued to trudge through the mushy white shit beneath me, looking for a trail.. Trying to pick up on a scent that disgusted me. That disgusted us. We didn't know for sure if he did mount Xenios, but his musky aroma was thickly mixed with her own sweet perfume.. I could smell it while I lingered in the depths of the shadows, watching her. It's getting stronger my love. I immediately came to a hault lifting my snout towards the heavans. Inhaling the frigid air deeply, as if it were to by my last breath. Rage and fury consumed me. But I wouldn't tear him up just yet, oh no. We had to have a little fun. I could hear the demon inside my head laughing. His laughter was so sinister, so twisted that it caused both excitement and fear to course through my veins. Sending a shiver right down my spine.

I was getting closer, I could feel it. And unlike other times this time I didn't try to mask my own perfume.. No, as a matter of fact this time I wanted this other to know I was coming. Now see, I'm going into this blind folded.. I knew nothing of this other wolf accept for obviously male. I new nothing else. I know he knows I'm hear, I could hear him, I could hear his blood curdling growl, that would make others turn and retreat.. But not us, you see we aren't really the most sane, and so normal common sense passed us over. Instead I met his growl with my own, just as demonic. My own twisted petite form unravling from the shadows. I was not a pretty little fluffy thing. As a matter of fact my own coat was a Ivory shade. It used to be white. I was missing a ear and blinded in one eye. I lacked any sort of meat and so my entire frame was basically just a skeletal figure with tattered and torn fur stretched over it. Hip bones jutted out the sides, as well as my rib cage. My spinal cord hunched over a bit more then usual stick up over my back. A sickly sight indeed. And then my attention was diverted from him, to the black shadows coming along behind his white form. That shadowy figure that only I can see, that only I can here. His bright red eyes shining so bright.

Come on love. What are you waiting for. Take a taste. I watched the black figure make its way around the alabaster one. Looking him up and down. He sure does look tasty. I could feel my jowls water, my attention snapping back to the brute, who was most certainly larger and bulkier then I. I took two steps forward, that toothy grin/snarl never living my lips. As I watch him. A word never once leaving my mouth.