Demons

It was death and death alone that would stride the youngster forth; if death was already on his wish list then why not make it into an epic finale? The pulsing heart would hammer against the ribcage at the brutes harsh ways; in surprise Samona would move away just in time; only suffering a deep wound to a hind limb. It stung like a bitch! A yelp would smack the air with the pups cry's for someone to stop this. But did she really want it to stop? The thrill of it was amazing, but it cant last long. She could get used to this if it wasnt for an expirienced male. The attempt to run failed, the limp got the better of her. " im only in the devils play pen if your in the demons curse!" Not many wolves would understand the meaning; but the little darling did; and all she could do was chuckle. Like the shadows the brute was inches away from her long whispy tail; taking a sharp turn the solistice creature would go in the opposite direction. Panting hard. There was no mistaking that she would be a fighter; the confidance would confirm it.

The Red liquid would drip lightly onto the white sheeted floor, scenting a distress. For one thing, if she survives it'll be known for the youngster to escape the devils claws! The faint scent of pups would embody itself upon the mericless man; he had children? What would they think when they smell the stench of another pup; her signatured blood crested upon his maw. Samona was about to give in, but no, not yet. The wound was open and leaking, God damn it! Maybe it was the sting and sting alone that gave her the will to go on.