Things just taste so much better when they're seasoned with fear. Blood for instance is so much sweeter, something pure, it's like snow on your tongue. I've killed wolves of all ages, both elderly and even newborn. Those are yummy, let me tell you. They can neither see nor smell you coming so they're full of fear, so helpless. Their blood is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. I wonder what Cade's would taste like. I smell her fear so I know it's already seasoned for the taking. I wonder if Cade's used to being around wolves like me. I know nothing about her besides a name but don't worry. I will find out what I want to know. I'll find out everything about her. It's what I do. I always get what I want.
When I leap toward her, I'm a little more impressed by the fact that she holds her ground, even daring to lift her own lips, flashing her pearly whites and letting a growl escape her throat. How amusing. My eyes flash as I tilt my head, gazing deeply into her two toned eyes, letting her know that I see no threat in her but all the same, she's at least holding my amusement. The moment I back off, her growls mute but her fangs still show daringly. My, my, look at the brave little toaster. Grinning, I tilt my head and narrow my eyes, studying her for a moment. She finally folds her lips back over her fangs and watches me. Again, her eyes take on that far off look and I stay silent, letting her have her fun in lala land until humor crosses her expression. You find something funny. It's said more as a comment than a question. There's no telling what she just thought of. Her death? A turtle? There's no telling with girls like this.
When I ask for where she came from, I stare directly into her eyes, willing her, compelling her to tell me what I want to know. The wheels turn in her head again and for a moment, I think she might not answer at all. That just won't do. As she thinks, my eyes roam her face, the fragile bones of her cheeks, her slender muzzle. The blood red fur intrigues me. Where did it comes from, this permanent blood stain? And where can I get one? Finally my eyes make their way back to her own and then she answers me, sarcasm in her every syllable. Andere Siete hm? I smirk, eyes dancing, humoring the rest of her comment before I answer back, not looking away from her interesting gaze. Just don't forget that red is my favorite color, oh young one. I'll do whatever it takes to have the color on my coat and you're smelling awfully tempting the more we have this little chat. My voice has a pleasurable quality, almost like I'm talking to a lover but this is a whole new type of charm.
I'm getting more interested in this place though, Andere Siete. I let my eyes lose some of the hardness now, but only a little. So are there more wolves like you in Andere Siete? Wolves with red in their coats? What are you called? I find my curiosity only building and I want to know more. I must know more.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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