Demons

It was cold, and the small foundations where damp due to the snow beneath the mysterious creature. Mood swings where getting fruiquent and no one could possibly tell when she'd lash out. Though young the woman has the soul of a demon, as if being possessed and waiting for another to snap out of it. Its perminant. Dont change things that you simply cant; it will make things a lot worse then how they started. The Violet pools would dart across miles of darkness; to see nothing. The pitch black can be the death trap of a soul so.. so young. Confidance overpowered the womans whole appearance; making her seem bolder then she actually was. The small pistons would stride forth not aware that theres such things as 'pack territorys' The smell.. the smell of Food! oh how the sight of a carccess would send a burst of energry across the skeletal spine. The pace was faster and the sign of the lifeless rabbit would be engulfed whole by the little madam. The stains of blood crested on the tiny maw; the hints of the stolen foods. The stench of something strong filled her flares.. no exaggerations, it was Really strong! what was it? there was no one in sight. The small ivorys would be on show as the silken ebony lips peel back. It was just one of Samonas bad habits.. just one. The Long silken tail would sweep the virgin soil before focusing in one particular area.. was something there? A shadow.. yes, it must be a shadow, Nothing to worry about, right?