Shoosuva Birsha The monster moved through the bowels of the metallic beast he inhabited, blood painted his body as he dragged his latest victim.  Candid scent wafted off it and the behemoth male was in delight over his kill. It was perfectly executed and he was in for a feast. The poor wolf never even saw the Wendigo moving for him. Fiery eyes were dilated in the darkness, he was used to the dark here, the glow of his eyes dancing off the surfaces around him. For one to enter the belly of the metal beast would be a bad decision, as the male was in a particular mood today. His female den mate had been nowhere to be seen for a while now and he was becoming possessive of the place. It was his alone now. His kill was added to a pile of messy bones and leftover pieces of pelt, his form collapsing over the bones and furry bits as he began to work at his meal. He ripped pieced of pelt out and spat it out as he began to work getting to the good bits. He could hear the creaking of his home all around him but he was used to it and it had become a dull noise to him now. The clacking of nails though had his ears prick and he watched through the doorway to his deep room. It seemed something was here looking for him or a piece of his dinner. He would kill them as well when they got close enough. Monstrous atrocities "Monstrous utterances" Monstrous Concepts

You should see me in a crown;
Watch me make 'em bow, one by one!

It was the scent of a kill that wafted from the depths of the ship she had come to inhabit that drew the monstrous goddess further into the cavernous depths. her nose told her it was wolf blood on the air, and her mouth watered at the scent. Curiosity piqued, the pale devil moved into the dark with the ease of one who was born to the abysmal black. The scent grew stronger as she followed the blood trail that led to the darker areas of her beloved ship, licking at the metallic liquid as she went. Definitely lupine, it called to the predator in her. With a soft, hungry growl, Lurid moved quietly until she neared the source of the smell. It was then, and only then that she allowed her nails to click against the metal floors, to alert any predator that she was closing in. There was no big cat or bear scent, only the scent of a male in his prime, coming upon one door in particular where the scent originated. Eyes made for the darkness quickly spied the glowing yellow-red of the male and his feasting form. She sat in the doorway, knowing better than to interrupt a monster and his feast. "Good evening." Blodreina only uttered this one phrase to the male, her dual-toned voice ringing softly in the silence around them. Secretly she wanted his meal, but this one seemed as though he would fight her for it. Still, she would not run if it came to that, the bloody queen was not known to balk at a fight.

Word count: 266 words.
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'

Note: Decent mood, but be careful!

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