Demons

It came! the triumphant paws hitting the snow like an earthquake, th cackles released from his chambers haunting the little darling. Before she could run it was to late Samona blinked and Boom. He was there inches away from her very face. Saliva spitting across the delicate visage. It was a moment of panic, do you expect her to sit there and die?no. The taloned claws would attempt to scrape along his muzzle; the oozing blood trailing down to his own maw to taste his own red relixir. It was only a little wound if it hit correctly, like she. A wound waiting to be healed. inpossible? Ha. The strong pistons would thump the snow hard enough for it to reach the brute of a mans face. How annoying. Like her. the only thing that was close enough was a tree. A fucking tree; they trying to give her a death sentence. Samona would stay closely behind, ears pinned back and eyes slit; letting of a low growl. Isnt she a feisty one. " im.. im in um.. hell?" It seemed like a sarcastic answer, but it really wasnt. As she grew up all her parents ever did was make a long speech on how this world is our hell, our life and even freedom. The stained blood on the pretty little maw would make the souless life look more poised and wicked then.. well usual. His face! its been.. burnt. The girls face was shocked, she didnt take a close enough look at his appearance. It looks awesome. Best keep that comment to herself, huh?