Let me cage you.

So many lives now. So many hearts have beat in her chest. So many lies and deceit that have filled her mouth. So many hearts taken without remorse as she burns them but to ash. She is the beast and she has come. This new world is all but innocent to her, untouched by her black soul. Ready to corrupt it, and bring it down to submit before her feet. All the way laughing at the lives she plans to misuse. This is the beast and she has come for you; all of you.

Jagged breaths as chest tries to keep up, heart fluttering with bliss as pieces of her burnt heart crumble in her chest. The thrill of this ever so feeding her hunger, as waits to take but a taste of it. To crave it and then devour it. Make it her's; own it in every way. Her name will be but a curse from their mouths and it will all be tempt her more. Make her black soul swell in the promise. And oh how it burns with such challenge.

Well look here.

Look at her now. She has but merely changed but yet again, no longer glistening in her blue merle; but none the less beautiful. Her coat a dominant blue grey with pieces of black and white. She looks so youthful, and naive. Such a deceptive image to her true self. Oh and her eyes. Now this she likes. As they appear blind and weak, all white and glorious; she is wicked. This new body is so elegant, the beast cannot help but want to keep her flawless flesh unmarred, but what for? She can smell their blood and scent. There are many, oh how she pleads to taste them. Claim them for her soul.

White eyes dart across the mid eastern crater as she strides in but with no care for the world. She lingers over each soul as if marking them. Nose wrinkles and oh how delicious they smell. She breathes heavy unable to get enough. But not now beast, you must be patient. For your games will begin soon enough. And with that she grins with ill content as jaw parts and saliva drips eagerly from her fangs.

She knows they will not be here, her past playmates forever lost in her memories. So of course the beast must act, collect new toys to play with late at night when her hunger is feral. They will sedate her, amuse her for a time until she tires from them. But don't take it personally she is but a monster and what monster loves? And never will she. Despite her many escapades she has never returned the mutual feelings which has left for some rather vengeful souls. But what man would harm what he loved? All of them would leap to be at her side again, and she will ruin them further.

There is no love lost.

And with this she stills among a grassy flatland. Eying the distant souls that scattered. As she waits patiently, to pick a victim for her games. As she poses underneath the warmth of the sun. For who can deny a innocent girl? a naive beauty? That is the purpose she has set her hook.

Now take a bite.