Battle not with monsters; Lest ye become a monster!
Aimless paws carry the demonic being to and fro over lands she had no knowledge of, hunger shining in those blood-red eyes. Scenting the air, Creature gave a dark smirk. There were others nearby, and the thought of hunting one of them made saliva pool in her mouth. The sand beneath her feet was as black as her heart, the late evening sunset made the world around her seem bathed in red. Creature sat on the warf line, watching the waves roll in from the ocean. She still hadn't found her brother, but she would not give up though. He wouldn't give up on finding her either. Maybe he was searching for her as well, looking in all the wrong places for her, lost himself. Preacher lost? No, he couldn't get lost. Maybe she had overlooked him in her travels. Maybe he was hiding from her. The thought made her vision go red, he better not be hiding from her.
Creature's stomach growled loudly as hunger gnawed at her, causing her tongue to roll in her mouth and her lips to curl up in a strange kind of smile. She may not be able to hunt down her preferred prey, but she could still hunt. Moving forward, Creature bit at the waves that rushed over her front paws, catching the salt water in her mouth and spitting it back at the ocean. Frustration was clearly evident in the witch, but what was she to do? There would be too many witnesses on the beach to hunt anyone, and there was no real prey around that she could eat in the meantime. What was a hungry Creature to do?
Word count: 278 words. || "Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'
Note: Not the best starter, but this is gonna be fun!
Thread with caution: This wolf is capable of horrendous acts of violence and frequently enjoys eating other wolves; even family is not safe. She is highly unstable and will not hold herself back from snapping. Very mature rated, very brutal, be afraid. Be very afraid.As her brother, Preacher may crash any thread regardless of label or tag.
