Take Me Under [M]

Everything froze for a moment. Death was so close that even the crows could see it clearly. It edged ever closer to the golden female. The scythe was only moments away from extinguishing her life. Yet in her moment of judgment she had said the only important thing she could have. Her name. it was her saving grace and the idiotic Irish bitch had no clue who detrimental that name was. She blinked for what seemed to her like a lifetime. This wolf looked nothing like her sister or did she? When was the last time she saw her sister?s face? Her twin but she had forgotten that little tidbit. What color were her eyes? What was her smell? What did her blood taste like again? Could it be? Could this disrespectful cunt really be her sister?

Nothing wavered in the queens expression as the seconds ticked on by. Her violet gaze never left the bitch before her. She watched her moments as it all sunk in. she gave away nothing. Not a hint of her motives. Not a triggered to warn the other of what was happening but she was gone and above the smaller female in an instant. It was as if the laws of physics did not applied to her. With all her mass and all her weight she had moved soundlessly. She was the assassin?s queen after all and her moves would be legendary. She would make sure of it.

Fangs sunk deep into soft tissue as she drank the bitch?s blood. She made sure each painfully increased stab was worst then the other as she slowly began to clamp her jaws closed. She knew the strength of her bite and if she wanted she could bite the bitches appendage clean off but no. This was meant more for torment and dominance than anything else. She could feel the muscles groaning in her mouth. The threat of blood leaking to the surface was becoming more and more pronounced. Soon enough it willed its way into her jaws and she sucked eagerly at it. she released the wound and pushed her paw into the females chest to simply hold her in place. Blood dripped off from her muzzle, as she looked the female deep in her eyes. A laugh erupted from her belly that was stark raving mad.
?Fable you say?? she all but spat the name into the ground beside her.
?Do dead wolves talk?!? she all but roared at her.

A spark of resentment filled her gaze for the female beneath her. She wanted nothing more then to end her life and do as she had threatened. Put the bitched head on a spike for the whole world to see. As it were she was marking her borders with trespasser blood. Her tail lashed out behind her with her furry as she growled again.
?You are a liar, tell me again what you are called before I put a end to that retched life of yours.? She snarled, though a tiny part of her screamed to stop. Just let her go! She could be her! How did they know she was not she? They couldn?t remember. It had been so long and the memories hurt so much. So why wouldn?t it be her? It showed in her gaze. The reluctance to kill the wolf before her now and she wondered if she would notice it. Such weakness. God she was the sentimental type wasn?t she?
?You cannot be Fable.? She said less assured. Her ears twisted backwards with unquenched pain and she whimpered and growled together.
?She?s dead.? She repeated finally. As if those little words were enough to bring her to herself and finish off the sentence she had given the trespasser. Who ever the hell she really was.