Satisfaction

It as almost unbearable, Ixora wanted to rip someone's throat out but she also wanted to feel their fangs sink deep into her body, to make her bleed, feel that rush of satisfaction at being touched. The small female ran up to the enarest tree and started to rub her sides all along it, pressing as hard as she could to feel some ounce of pain. Nothing. With a snarl of annoyance she would lift her skull to the sky and let lose a summons, calling anyone nearby to come find her. Turning away she would pad over to a log where she then jumped atop and turned, tail up and fangs exposed. she was ready.