It was cold, and the small foundations where damp due to the snow beneath the mysterious creature. Mood swings where getting fruiquent and no one could possibly tell when she'd lash out. Though young the woman has the soul of a demon, as if being possessed and waiting for another to snap out of it. Its perminant. Dont change things that you simply cant; it will make things a lot worse then how they started. The Violet pools would dart across miles of darkness; to see nothing. The pitch black can be the death trap of a soul so.. so young. Confidance overpowered the womans whole appearance; making her seem bolder then she actually was. The small pistons would stride forth not aware that theres such things as 'pack territorys' The smell.. the smell of Food! oh how the sight of a carccess would send a burst of energry across the skeletal spine. The pace was faster and the sign of the lifeless rabbit would be engulfed whole by the little madam. The stains of blood crested on the tiny maw; the hints of the stolen foods. The stench of something strong filled her flares.. no exaggerations, it was Really strong! what was it? there was no one in sight. The small ivorys would be on show as the silken ebony lips peel back. It was just one of Samonas bad habits.. just one. The Long silken tail would sweep the virgin soil before focusing in one particular area.. was something there? A shadow.. yes, it must be a shadow, Nothing to worry about, right?

Fuck. This. Snow. Powerful legs drove the man forward as he pushed the snow out of his away the best he could. He was a rather large man, so even the deepest snow rarely touched his underbelly, and the depths weren't too bad right now, but then again it was only the beginning of winter. Who knows how much snow the earth will sprinkle across the land? He hated the goddamn cold though, it had never pleased him the slightest bit. It was annoying, clung to his glorious pelt, and made him hella cold, especially when the wind was blowing. It burned the exposed flesh on the right side of his face, which only pissed him off more. Thick skinned or not he couldn't stop the bitterness from biting him here and there, and when it did, he hated it. Something interesting motivated him though, there was something odd trailing around the borders, he could feel it. Well, scent it really, but he wanted to investigate anyways. He followed the trail like a bloodhound, nose leading him toward the whatever it was... then he saw it. A pup? What in the hell was she doing out here, alone? His head twisted from left to right as he looked around for a parent. No one. She was all alone, with him. How delightful. He slithered forward, lips curling into a devilish smile. "Do you know where are you are?" Words dripped off the mans tongue followed by a bloodthirsty cackle, saliva splattering toward the little girls face. Oh, he was going to have fun with this one. He drew closer, coming only inches away from her. He stuck his nose out, coming only centimeters from her own, lips curled tightly to reveal his rows of sharp canines and incisors. He breathed heavily, so heavily it made her fur brush backward with each breath. "You look.... delicious." He cannibalistic nature was screaming in his mind, telling him to rip her skull from her spine just as he had he and Secret's child. He would wait for her answer before he tried to kill her, though he was rather impatient. A few seconds was all she needed right?

It came! the triumphant paws hitting the snow like an earthquake, th cackles released from his chambers haunting the little darling. Before she could run it was to late Samona blinked and Boom. He was there inches away from her very face. Saliva spitting across the delicate visage. It was a moment of panic, do you expect her to sit there and die?no. The taloned claws would attempt to scrape along his muzzle; the oozing blood trailing down to his own maw to taste his own red relixir. It was only a little wound if it hit correctly, like she. A wound waiting to be healed. inpossible? Ha. The strong pistons would thump the snow hard enough for it to reach the brute of a mans face. How annoying. Like her. the only thing that was close enough was a tree. A fucking tree; they trying to give her a death sentence. Samona would stay closely behind, ears pinned back and eyes slit; letting of a low growl. Isnt she a feisty one. " im.. im in um.. hell?" It seemed like a sarcastic answer, but it really wasnt. As she grew up all her parents ever did was make a long speech on how this world is our hell, our life and even freedom. The stained blood on the pretty little maw would make the souless life look more poised and wicked then.. well usual. His face! its been.. burnt. The girls face was shocked, she didnt take a close enough look at his appearance. It looks awesome. Best keep that comment to herself, huh?

He waited for her to do something, lips remaining curled, muscles tense beneath his ebony pelt. If she tried to flee the chase would begin, which he expected. Why would she sit here and willingly be eaten alive? Not even he would take something like that. She retaliated, claws lashing toward the mans already scarred face. They raked against his muzzle, blood drawing to the surface as he jerked back with a vicious snarl. That little bitch! Salmon colored toungue caressed his lips as he licked his own crimson liquid away. She would regret that. With ears pinned back and claws sharp as guillotines digging into the earth as he chased after her, tail raised angrily behind his massive frame. She darted behind a tree, but that wouldn't be enough to save her. Nothing would! His body twisted as he came up to the trunk she hid behind, head swinging around as he snapped at her. He was aiming to snap down on anything he could reach, possibly remove a limb. "You're not only in hell, you're in the devils play pen now you little bitch!" He snarled viciously, eyes narrowed to slits as he snapped again.

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.

Danger, it rode the air with a thrust so strong it sent a buzzing in the behemoths mind. It was ticking like a clock that waited for the right time to implode. Perhaps it was the instincts that pulled her children to her when the hour of darkness was upon them that made her wander in the right time at the right moment. The stink of fear was strong amongst the crimson sentinels and it smelled of youth. Compulsion pushed the mother forward towards the distressed only to find that her heart was greedy at work with the fetishes he struggled to conceal. It wasn?t uncommon. She had dabbled in the consumption of her own kind a time or two, give or take, Sade had experienced that first hand. Yet the youth were not the ones to be stolen from the world of the living.

Paws pushed quickly against toes. Swiftness drove her forward to meet her mate head on. Fangs broke free and a guttural snarl ripped from her vocal cords. Fangs snapped at nothing but oh so close to touch the flesh she loved to hold. Her hackles were raised in her show of dominance, it was a rare display, and her tail rose with her surety. ?Touch that child again and I will break you so help me Cerberus!? she all but roared at him. The protective fire burned brightly in her eyes and the threat was real. Oh, yes she had been his willing participate when it came to the game of violence but never once had she tried to fight him. She was a formidable opponent and she was certain she could put him in his place should he not back down.

Her lips were curled in silent threat, as she turned to assess the youth. Her violet eyes roved over the wound to her hindquarters. Sympathy and rage filled her gaze as she moved towards the wound. ?I will not hurt you.? She said with a shuddering voice. She was shaking all over. The urge to beat the shit out of her mate was overwhelming. Generally, she wouldn?t care but given the time frame of their still homebound children her maternal instincts far surpassed those of her indifferent nature. Her muzzle roved over the wound and her tongue flicked free to clean the leaking blood. Her tail slashed behind her with her pent up rage and when she finished she looked at the youth. She was not much older then their own daughter.

?How did you get here?? she questioned, uncertain if the youth had trespassed into their domain or if Kaios had corralled her into the territory to play his game of death. ?Are your parents near?? worried crossed her voice for a moment. She wanted no wars to break out over the harming of pups. Idiotic was Kaios in attempting to indulge in his fetish without fully confirming if the pup was orphaned or not. They didn?t need anymore heat because of him.