teeth and ambition
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The crisp, white snow has smothered autumn though there was not much around these particular areas. It appears somebody had laid a sparkling white sheet over what was once autumn and put it to bed. However, there was beauty in the winter too. The way the snow was sprinkled down from a grey, clouded sky and floats to the ground with grace and elegance, so pure. Her companion decided to take lead and the vampiric succubus was more than laid back in her adventurous to allow her to believe she was in charge, though it could not be further from the truth. A sign in such endevour was her bushy, braided tail that stood proudly, curled around her slender, feline spine.
It took an more than a few hours to be able to trace their preys, even if both their snouts were pressed on the gorund; the snow and ice made sure to cover their food trails and made it harder to scent. But once they did, her audits flickered on top of her slim crown, registering the older woman words.
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The vampiric succubus was the chaos in a quiet moment, air trapped in the confines of her lungs fighting to surface. For she knew better than to make too much sound, anything could give them away and force the herbivores to make a run for it. She watched the other woman and she longed - but she knew better than to discuss any matters before she emerged victorious from this challenge. The earth moved, trembled eagerly beneath her step as it grew close to the herd of herbivores. Wet mire creased, folding in slivers up her toes and ankles; they dab, twisting her hung locks in dreads and with each gesture, fleeting movement she was further caked in dirt, her golden jewelries engrossed into it. The filth did little to sway her or soil her beauty, if anything, it added to it; the accent fell upon her elegant coloration and upon her thick and long fur. She embraced the grime and the grotesque poetry of the hunt as she was well capable to fend for herself but she welcomed the help, in her mind, fore winters are harsh on any rogues. It were a comfort, yet she came to a halt along Leera, her vision narrowing into slits, focusing her attention towards the herd - the darkness and pitch of a starless night helping them camouflage themselves within the canopy yet.
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Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange and pink, but all colour had faded leaving only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. The darkness was thick and that might have been their only laverage yet the other woman was soon gone after she uttered her words. A smirk tugger at her ebon, voluptous lips before the vampiric siren sprung into actions; her claws digging into the snow covered terrain, leaving trails behind her. The snow turned out to be in their disadvantage as the cunch under their paws were audible; yet it did not seem to bother the herd of herbivores that gathered together to a patch of grass. She remained positioned besides Leera, taking the opposite flank of her and while they advanced towards their preys she maintained her posture, like a claculated soldier, ready to maim, to sink her cannines deep into their throat and drink their vital fluid. Busy tail, nice and tight; curled upon her slim, feline spine helped the young egyptian temptress navigate the terrain, acting as a helm, offering the right balance to maneuver
through the flora.
Within long it was the moment they have both been waiting for. A few paranoid elks rose their skulls, interrupting their savoury meal and gave the alarm to the others. Within seconds the whole herd spread wide across the plains surrounding the lake. It was now or never; hear beating a tattoo across her ribcage, adrenaline burning like gasoline into her veins, it was time to let her instincts take over for her, the phreistoric side of her brain, her "lizard brain" knew exactly what to do. She was nothing if not a well oiled machine, designed for long distance runs with her mile-long legs and jaws powerful enough to break the bone. Her violet gaze with specs of gold and orange narrowed into feline slits, focusing her attention on the weakest mammal, the one that was not able to catch up to its brothers and sisters.
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Tonight her heart wants out of her own chest. It wants to beat free of its cage. It pounds like it's going to crack a rib or beat a tattoo against her ribcage. The vampiric siren senses were on high alert as her violet gaze narrowed to focus on one particular cow that seemed for the moment to run behind the herd. Was it injured or just old? Every colour is brighter, every noise louder, every strange bush a cause to make her heart beat more fiercely still but she could not stop now, she did not want to stop now. Sure her lean muscles were stronger and she was more awake than she has ever been, but this was not a situation where running hard for a long time was going to help; at some point their stamina was going to run low, it was either them or the cow.
Audits flickered on top of her chiseled crown, registering the other woman primal yips and barks for her attention and using her peripheral vision the vampiric siren managed to notice what they were all about. Feline slits, focusing on one single cow that was indeed injured. Their target, long legs to carry it for miles and probably stamina for it but she would not be a match for them, not with that injured limb that must hurt whenever the cow lets it collide with the terrain. Chance, they say it all came to chance when hunting but she was going to prove them wrong. Strategy, that is what it was all about. One wit, one game. The siren made a substantial effort, digging her claws in the dirt from balance, pushing her lean mile-long limbs in a final effort to carry her faster; one would swear she was floating, that she was a mere spectre. Her build was made for flexibility and speed, as she reached the right side of the cow; it took a moment or two, a bark or two to her companion and seemingly rival before she launched an attack. Jaws agape, salivating jaws aimed for the herbivore side; jugular was left unprotected as the mammal panicked for its own survival and escape. Deep, she was deep inside it for a split second before the mammal slipped away with crimson liquid dripping from both of them. But alas,the herbivore injuries expanded and it should not take long.
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They were no longer playing the long game, it was time to act. Show her a knife and she will show you naked skin, for when she will heal she will be stronger than others. Come to break her bones and she will stand with pads rooted in the same spot, for when she heals her bones will be stronger than others. The egyptian temptress has direction and focus, and so even her smallest steps carry her further than the ashen woman greatest strides. It was not training, it was not strenght it was simply how genetics worked; the temptress was taller, mile-long legs carried her across the terrain once again as she was left behind but she had attacked first and in her mind that was a small victory. She was strength without power, leadership without dominance, something priceless in every sense. Perhaps once Leera stood beyond her and looked back, laughing, she will need to look again. It is her who is now ahead' but not for long. Violet orbs, narrowed and focused on the scene before her, looks like the ashen woman had a plan of her own and was not long behind. The herbivores were tall and strong, a single blow to the right place could cause a plethoria of damages; she might need some assistance but did she wanted to help a competitor?
This was more than a challenge now. They were here, together and they needed to act like a single organism in order to defeat the mighty herbivore. A long stride, claws dug into the frozen terrain; she lunched forward, smacking her left shoulder blade into the mammal in order to provide a better and inclined angle for the ashen woman.
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The adrenaline floods her system like it's on an intravenous drip - right into her blood at full pelt. Her heart is ready to explode within the ribcage and at this point the egyptian temptress has no doubt the ashen woman is able to hear it. It was happening right before her violet orbs; the ashen woman found her balance and was able to bring down the mighty cow, without a doubt with her help. She wanted to come to an abrupt halt before them but something within her mind had her reconsider. Within a moment her back claws would dig through the the frozen snow, took one last look at the target, and jumped. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was like committing suicide. As gravity took her fiercely toward the concrete below she struggled to claim any of the air that rushed by for her own lungs. Her limbs would spread in mid air, elongated her acting like a helm to aid her balance and she aimed to land on the cow side moments before it was dragged down on its side by the ashem moments. If successful, the egyptian temptress will not only dig her claws within the mammal soft tissues but also be quick as a sword to launch her fatal jaws around the cows throat before the other female.
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The crimson liquid didn't gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of the mammal's heart. At first it came thick and strong, flowing through her needle like canines as they clasped the ripped flesh. The egyptian temptress felt the crimson, vital liquid move and stain her throat and chest, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than her own skin stained not only them but also the frozen terrain underneath. After a few moments more, the blood was still leaving the herbivore rapidly paling flesh, but the pulses were slower, weaker.
Audits rotated towards the source of the snal, optics narrowed, feline; aggression poured through them as her heart beat a continous tattoo, adrenaline still pumping it to the core. The egyptian temptress encountered it with a snarl of her own, hreathing heavily, she refused to remove her incisors until the mammal laid breathless, godless. It did not take long, her jaws were locked in place, puncturing like needles the external jugular vein; the soft tissues, the vital liquid pouring down her throat, tasting it's elements, just like a fine whiskey, burning down her throat. she felt alive.
Before long the mammal gave its last breath, it stared into the sky with eyes that saw nothing. Already they were becoming more dry and dull. It was over. Needle like canines retreated from the soft tissues of skin as droplets of crimson liquid continued to pour from the open wound. Smirk, laschiviously tuggind at her full, ebon lips; her pretty maw was stain with the vital fluids of the might herbivore yet her beauty was present, wild and feral, different than before; primal instict took place and the filth within her luxurious coat added to it.
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The egyptian temptress did not sneer, nor smile. Her full, ebon lips only moved to part, allowing the melodic draw of foreign accent words to drift from her lips.
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The egyptian woman rose to her full height, that overpowered the ashen queen by much. A smirk tugged at her ebon, succulent lips for a nanosecond at that thought before reassuring the same placid facade she had been carrying all day. The adrenaline, the one that added gasoline to the internal fire within, was gone and she stood still; elongated, luxurious tail curled erect upon her serpentine spine, as violet gaze fell once again upon the woman.
|| exitus nephthys
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