Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
Because there's not much more that I can fake
The scent of blood is getting to me. My tongue drew over my lips as I held myself in check. The barest hint of fangs peek from beneath my lips, and nothing moves but a twitch of my tail. I want to drink the injured wolf’s blood, I want the blood to scorch and contaminate my throat, and I want to rip him to nothing but shreds of a corpse. I don’t care who he was really. If he was almighty or simply mortal. His blood will be tasted tonight.
My ears brush against my skull, and I tense and am ready to spring and rend. She beats me to it by flinging herself at the poor old creature. Snarling ensues and it’s pretty clear to me she’s got him done for. He can’t even decently avoid her attacks, but my eyes are really on the blood that he’s losing. Finally she’s dealing the killing blow, and I watch in a nearly morbid fascination as his life gives out. She drops him like a broken toy, and my eyes glowing eyes flick momentarily in her direction. The scent of blood however, keeps my attentions from truly focusing onto her. I ease up my muscles and take a few steps forward but not near the queen and her kill, shaking my coat out with the movement. I open my jaws in a wide yawn, revealing my wicked and feared fangs. Burning red eyes like hellfire are trained back on the blood queen, waiting and watching. My ebony furred frame is still and silent as I observe.
He has started her feast, and what a beautiful vicious feast it is as she eats. Befitting a demoness really, and as if she sensed me watching she raises her head to look at me. Both of my eyes are framed by scarlet that branch off from my eyes in jagged and slowly faded lightning lines, from which my glowing red eyes stare right back. I can see the recognition in them, even if we were still really strangers. My ear swivels as she calls to me. "Naturally." I lower my head briefly over my scarlet tipped throat as I truly consider dining with the blood queen. Slowly, yet not timidly, more respectfully and sure of my place I move forward. Knowing my place and yet I am in no way submissive. There’s a twisted smile on my face, and my tongue swipes over my ebony jaw once more. "If you insist. After all I know a Queen when I see one."This is perhaps the most respect that can be gotten out of me. After a few moments I join her, after all, open invitation.
HELLSING
It's almost seeing your soul for the first time