Dance, my little puppets,

Sum/1.2/01  

     Nothing stirred inside the blackness of each den Näkki passed. It made her wonder… were they all truly so soundly asleep? If she had wanted, could she have snuck into their dens and bite the cerebral cortex without raising her victim out of their whispering dreams? She tilted her head in imagination, and for a moment her eyes were laced with excitement. She wouldn’t ever threaten the life of a pack-mate, unless otherwise instructed by her alpha, but the notion of being in absolute control of the fate of another send masochistic pleasure through her. She hummed a sigh and then yawned however and her fantasy quickly disappeared in gray smoke. Näkki was devious of thought, but far too lazy on her own to make anything of them.

     She inched one of her paws off the ground, splattering mud in an arch around her as she slowly turned to pace towards another black hole. As she approached, she paused when she felt her ears at attention, having detected a splash that was uncharacteristic for the rain storm around her. In a flash of lightning, her eyes focus in on the white fangs of a shadowy silhouette. Thunder cracked in the same moment, announcing the shadow’s presence to her. Her heart leaped, and her hackles prickled in excited fear. Her adrenaline leaped in levels as her silvery gaze followed the savage charge of the predator. Hot fear boiled in her legs and instincts told her to run. Not yet! Her mind whispered, addicted to the brief sensations one only found in scenes of horror.

     She bared her teeth at the growl from the beast that was amplified by the storm. Did this terrible demon have the power of nature to serve him? Her tail stiffened outwards as she forced her body to stand still at the approach of the hound of hell. Her breath was released only when she was staring into the glowing dentals of her attacker. Näkki’s ears unfolded forwards as her bared expression turned to a wicked grin. Her tail drooped and her hackles fell as she relaxed. Her tongue flashed out to lick the chin of the Lord of Demons in submission.

     “Still charming,” She growled affectionately, “Nice entry, bro.”

     No one got her heart racing the way Andras did when he was aggressive. The intensity of his stare, the chiseled flexion of his muscle – it all was deadly art to admire. She was eager to see him work his black magic on the wolves of Moladion and to work with him again. Was she getting an inkling of motivation to work?! Unheard of! Only for her big bro were such feelings often stirred. Her tail offered him a small wave. Oh yeah, she had definitely missed him – he was one of the very few wolves that made her happy.

Näkki