(ooc: sorry for the crappy post – I am notorious for being horrible at starters.)
the dead of the night, a waning moon and stars falling from the sky. The metallic smell of blood and the promise of a kill. A smile, a sinner’s smile curled against a slender, beautiful muzzle. Dancing steps through the wood, glittering eyes shining from within the darkness. It wraps around her small, off-white frame, curling around her and touching her like a lover’s embrace. Because the night is her friend and the day is her enemy. Because she is the monster that is concealed within the cracks of the trees, staring, waiting. Eternally. She is light enough that her steps and presence could go nearly unheard, unseen. It is the moonlight reflecting off of her glossy fur that gives her away though, and it is the cool breeze which toys with that same fur that creates noise to make her predator’s silence not so silent. It will be a very long time before dawn rips the sky apart in its pinks and oranges, and it will be a very long time until rey closes her eyes and sleeps, awaiting the night once more.
the yellow lady makes her way through the dense forest, her smile becoming a deadly grin, bloodstained fangs flashing. rey does not consider herself evil, merely guided by darkness rather than light. Pain is pleasure in her world, though she doesn’t find herself aching for it like some other wolves. Blood is her nourishment, though flesh makes the bile rise in her throat and her lip curl into a snarl. She is misunderstood and underestimated simply by her ‘flowery’, small appearance. She is an outcast, for the blood on her muzzle smells distinctly of her blood-brothers and sisters, of other lupines. She is a misfit because every word is distinctly marked by rough hatred. Yet she is sought after for her beauty and her exterior perfection. She is not perfect. The blood that her heart pushes through her body must be black for the darkness that clouds her. Yellow eyes glitter maliciously, the left obstructed by a dark spot. Her ribs expand with a deep breath, nose thrust towards the ground, searching for scents, for it was said that the outcasts lived somewhere around here.
Ravens circle overhead and she can smell the harshness of a recent scentmark. This must be the pack she had heard about. Her ears twitch slightly before slicking against her head, and her tail, originally arched dominantly over her back, clamps between those wiry hind-legs. Throwing her head back and letting her muzzle linger towards the dark sky, a howl pours from her lips, asking, waiting. Her eyes flicker downwards and she takes a deep breath.
Rolling over in submission is the hardest part, for every instinct tells her no, no, no, do not expose your vitals. She trembles slightly, her light muscles quivering before she flips to the ground with a snarl, her malicious yellow eyes closing briefly with the shock. If one looks closely, they can see the dark blood dried at her chin and throat, from a recent kill; though one might not be able to tell whether it was her meal or maybe a wolf who seemed weak to her, Either way, blood is blood and the day-old crimson lingers there, tangled with her fur. Her wiry limbs curl towards her chest, words bubbling softly from her throat.
'come soon, alpha, for you have a visitor,' whispers she, mostly to herself. Her quiet words are like loud screams through the ultimate silence around her, and it’s a blink of her eyes before a closed off bark sounds from her lips.
rey is waiting.
♥ r e y.
• • if my body was on fire,
you'd watch me burn down in flames;
