She smells delicious, this white and red female who happened to find me in my finest hour. Of course, I feel full, but snacks can always be arranged. I had heard stories of different bloodlines stained in red so maybe she's one of them. There's only two main ones that come to mind, Satanican and Demonican. I hear the queen of Andere Siete is Satanican and she runs the pack with her family. I wish I had thought to stop by and memorize the scents. Then maybe I'd know if this lass in front of me is any relation. Not that that makes her of any use to me. She's still just an innocent who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but who knows? Maybe she'll prove entertaining. I can practically see the wheels in her head turning as her eyes dart side to side, trying not to look too subtle about it but a killer knows when someone's looking for an escape. The thought only makes my eyes gleam that much brighter.
I find intrigue in the two toned gaze that holds me as I step closer. I can see her trying to process it, trying to fight back the panic and it only makes her smell that much tastier. She won't stop staring until I'm too close for her eyes to follow. I must admit, I'm impressed that she managed to hold her ground when I pushed my muzzle up to her ear. Most in her position would have known that she's in a very vulnerable spot. It's admirable really, but that doesn't save her. When I step back, my bright blues roam down her fragile features to the grin that's still in place on her face, revealing her young fangs for all the world to see. I tilt my head, amusement in my gaze. At my next comments, I watch her face withdraw some, her expression thoughtful as the wheels continue to turn. If only I could tear her head open and see what's inside for myself. Oh well, there's still the thought.
I see a bit of interest gleaming in the girl's eyes, telling me she's not wholly against the idea of a show. Hell, I like dinner with my shows and I don't think she caught on to the whole PG aspect either. I guess I forget how innocent these wolves can be sometimes. I wonder if she's ever even been kissed. Ah well, none of my concern. I see a flood of indignation in her eyes and it only makes me flash an amused grin. Maybe I'll have to exploit some of that innocence sometime, test her limits. I've always liked a good game of chase. I like it even more when there's a challenge. When I ask for her name though, she gives in, introducing herself as Cade. I narrow my eyes some, memorizing it. I can't help but chuckle under my breath at her last comment, before jerking my head back in fake hurt. Ouch, that hurts, Cade. Without warning, I suddenly leap forward, landing right in front of her, strong jaws snapping just millimeters in front of her pretty little muzzle. Eyes narrow, looking every bit as deadly as I am known to be.
As quickly as it came though, the expression's gone and I give her a teasing smirk, eyes gazing daringly into her own, still standing inches in front of her, close enough to lick if I only extend my tongue. My voice comes out in a soft whisper, a deadly undertone I'm sure that she'll be intelligent enough not to miss. But I'm so good at being an ass. Speak like that to me again and you'll see a show that's to die for. The last bit coming out in a rumbling growl, I give her an extra second of broody staring before I take a step back and chuckle once more, acting as if nothing happened. Ears pricking forward, I give my tail a flick, tilting my head some as I study her before speaking with a smirk. Well, Cade, my name is Eric. Eyes narrowing a bit more, I take a small step forward, watching for her reaction as my nose twitches and I take a deep inhale. Now tell me, what is that delicious aroma? Where are you from, Cade? My piercing blues stare into her own dual toned gaze, willing her to tell me. I have ways of finding out what I want. If she doesn't tell me, I'll get it out of her another way.
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əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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