Dance, my little puppets,

Spr/1.2/02  

     Failure should be a word in ever wolf’s vocabulary. And this little coyote had failed her attempt to be mistaken for a mindless child. And calling her friend?! Oh dear hells! That was acting if she ever saw it. Good acting, and on another wolf that didn’t come from so fiendish a pack, Nakki was sure her cutesy “oh I’m an innocent puppy” performance would serve well. What her dangerous act did confirm to Nakki, was that this little nugget truly had no idea that she had trespassed nor was she aware as to where she had stepped paw into so carelessly. Nakki thought about correcting the behavior displayed, about truly giving her the savage display Demons were known for… but well. Nakki had become a smitten, actually. Though her mind said “Warning” her heart went “So devious <3.” And how could she resist that?

     When the younger wolf began to circle her, she wondered who this remind her so dearly of? Oh, yes. Her little black man playing at being a spy. What potential there was in Maeve. Could Nakki morph Maeve for her own cause? Hmm… probably not until the little twat’s naïve mind had taken a beating. Little Maeve seemed to think very highly of herself, but she was but a little pawn to be sacrificed for larger game. Don’t get Nakki wrong, though. The demon female hardly saw even herself above such a role. If Andras ordered her to die completing a task, then she’d follow his command. Because in all her grandeur, Nakki was truly just as all others in the game of alpha’s – a pawn to be positioned strategically and see who was foolish enough to wander into her master’s trap.

     Maeve was a cunning pup, though. Nakki knew the instant she began her circling that she was positioning herself to escape quickly. She allowed it, for it would hardly be lady-like of her to ruin Maeve’s fun. Nakki leaned lightly towards Maeve with a soft purr in her throat, as if enjoying the sensation of their fur running together. She settled alluring eyes on the younger wolf, allowing herself to be swooned by the impish devilry of the younger female. Then, little coyote danced away from her and out of reach. A switched flipped in Nakki’s predator mind. It was the first sign of fleeing.

     “Maeve, you might consider caution, for your mistakes may leave you dreading their consequences,” Nakki’s eyes glinted hotly as she took a step towards her. “Are you going to try escaping me, darling?”

     Her hackles began to raise in blades of hostility and the edges of her longer canines gleamed white as her lip lifted slightly. There were other subjects she wished to discuss with Maeve… but the youngling’s intent to leave - to flee. The act of fleeing was far more addicting reaction to evoke from Maeve rather convincing the little female to join them. Nakki’s muscles flexed in anticipation. She wanted the opportunity to catch Maeve for sensual desires. She wanted to feel the thrill of hunting - the challenge of finding and chasing. And at the end the glorious game? Nakki wanted to feel that luxurious fur of her new found playmate between her teeth and taste it on her tongue.

Näkki