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*Beherit* · 06-09-2013, 05:21 PM

?You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.?

Another night. Another dead body. And yet as she rose from her sleeping place, she glanced back to her company of the former night - now a decrepid corpse of a male well slain, strewn over the flooring of her den. Such a pity, to be such a black widow, and yet it was in her nature. She couldn't help it. A black widow, a harbinger of death, it was the only life she knew. It wasn't her fault he'd wandered into her den that night, having caught her scent of heat, while injured. He was handsome, but at the scent of his injury, something within her had tweaked. Her mouth, once dry from running to get in out of the snow, had suddenly been filled with saliva that wouldn't stop running until at last he allowed her to cleanse his wound. Foolish boy. Everyone knows better than to allow a strange dame tend to your wounds. And thus it had started. She'd licked his wound in a tender fashion, but licks had turned into a bite, and when he'd struggled, there had been a scuffle that had ended swiftly with her nose buried in his belly, simply tearing into him until his innards spilled out upon the den flooring, his shrieks and cries of agony to be heard. He'd kept her warm alright - through feeding her with his life.

her pelt was ruffled, the scent of his musk covering her from the state in which he'd been in, before she'd torn him apart. So sure of himself he'd been, and yet one would be smart to never count their pups before they were born, for you never knew when a female would snap and leave you lifeless. Life was funny like that, and she'd stolen his own, leaving him sufficiently breathless upon the den flooring behind her. The stones were now stained with a thousands, types of tears, the stench of his fear staining the air about her. She hadn't killed like this in a long time - but some things never change. It had been three months since such a thing, but while some males just wanted her kiss, it was always death they got - morbid bliss. She had been aroused when he had come to her den, but it was the arousal she gained from a slaughter soon to be - rather than from mating.

An ace of spades when it came to the slaughter, her only issue was the fact that now as she sat up at the mouth of the den, gazing out upon the snows, she felt a new kind of emptiness. Shadows writhed about her, trying to soothe the chill that sank deep within her bones, and the woman did what she could to stay distracted. For the longest time, she hadn't been haunted by remorse, and yet she could feel its chill starting to creep through her. Flashbacks of the male and his smile, the way he'd looked at her, the kindness in his face as he thanked her for allowing him to rest. The warmth she'd gained when he had nestled into her, and how he'd licked her nape, drying her from the snow. For a while they had been okay, but when the crimson had been seen, all that enjoyment turned to horror. She couldn't stop herself. His leg was bleedin profusely from a deep cut, its crimson too sweet for her to not want a taste. Licks turned to bites, the whites of his beautiful eyes seen as he begged her to stop, and then all went silent, save for the wet snapping of sinew and flesh being torn into, the casual crunching of bones as she devoured him.

Guilt now buried its blade in her. She'd been talking to him about having issues, but he said that everyone could change. Now turning to look at the black male over her shoulder, she felt her jaw tremble and the sensation of agony ripple through her as she realized that nothing had truly changed. A normal life for her wasn't real. She was exactly as her father had told her, that she was. "A creature incapable of loving or being loved. Love for you will never be possible, Beherit. You're a monster, a harbinger of death, and will only bring pain and death to those you touch. The life of a loner is what you will walk. Don't try to change it. You can't." he had once said.

She had hoped, a new area, a new life, a new opportunity.. yeah? But no. Now as she sat with her tail coiled about herself, her maw and throat soaked in the crimson of a male that could have been a lover, she found herself sinking into this pit of self-loathing. She'd seen other females living just fine along males. But not her. A family, a pack, all being things she couldn't have. She'd sooner slaughter every last one of them than protect them, for it was all that she knew. She took this time to stare upon the bloodied snows from the path she'd taken to go get a drink and return. A single phrase echoed through her mind as she thought of the tale of the scorpion and the swan. The point in which the swan asked the scorpion why they had stung them, only for the scorpion to look back at them and say. "It's what I do."

Shaking this from her mind, the woman moved to the gutted carcass of the male, lowering her skull as she nuzzled his cheek, brushing her muzzle along the curve of his throat. "Forgive me, darling... For I know exactly what I do.." she whispered to him, only to then turn and sit behind his figure, staring out upon the blizzard that flared outside her den. Was life always going to be like this for her? Or was he truly right when he said that she could change? So many times she'd wanted to change, and yet it seemed impossible. Guilt tore its fangs into her, continuing its cruel whispers of how she could have stopped. There was a chance for her to stop. She should have stopped. She knew she should have. Problem is that she didn't.

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