It's been a long time, too long perhaps since the last time I was in Moladian. My senses tell me that it hasn't changed much but I can smell new scents on the air. Wolves have always come and gone from this place. There's something magical about Moladian. Maybe its the whole imprint thing, how a soul can find its mate in a world of millions. I found mine for a short while the last time I was here but I don't even know if she's still around anymore. She was a loner and I didn't even know her name. I never got to ask because my heart was too fractured to care at the moment. Though my soul has ached for a stranger the whole time I was gone, I never found a good enough reason to come back. Maybe I still don't have one now but I'm willing to find out first.
I know that SHE will never come here again, the Rose that made my heart beat for the first time. She will aways be remembered, even in my immortal soul for though she wasn't my imprint, she was the soul mate I would have chosen for myself in any lifetime. Felony Rose was more than just a mate to me. She never became the mother of my children but that hardly matters. She was all I needed to feel happy and whole. She made my heart of ice feel like an actual heart and when she was taken from me, my core froze over and I did what I always do, I coped with it through blood shed. I attacked every lone wolf I could find and I got joy from their pain. Since leaving Moladian, I've left nothing drained bodies in my wake and I don't care. I have no regrets for their fate. In my mind, they took her from me. Isn't that what they say? That for every soul that is taken, another gets to live? Well I reversed the roles time and again, almost hoping it would bring me another flash of her beautiful angelic face. I killed again and again, taking back the souls that would have allowed her another breath of life. It didn't suffice and she still didn't come back but it helped the ache of my icy heart.
But now I am coping a little better, if only in my mind. I am still fractured as I will always be but I am sane. I am not whole but maybe I never was to begin with. Maybe she just gave me the illusion of wholeness. Maybe it was all a mirage from the beginning. Still, I will only remember her with fondness. My eyes fall upon fresh markings of a cougar and I lick my lips. It has been days since my last feed and you could say I'm a little parched. I trail the large paw prints, knowing that I can't very well take on a full grown cougar myself but from the smell of estrogen, I'd say she's a female and with the season, it's possible that there's cubs. I venture onward until I find what I'm looking for, a hole in the ground that smells strongly of cougar. Her den. I crouch and move closer but the last scent of her is hours old. She must have gone off to hunt for the cubs. Good for her. Also good for me.
I move into the den with glee, my icy blues bright with hunger as I see three cubs sleeping down in the hole. Taking my pick of the largest, I grab him up by the scruff none too kindly and move out of the den in a hurry. He goes limp in my jaws, probably thinking I'm his mother. His eyes aren't even open yet, how tragic. Moving as far from the den as I can with this cat in my mouth, I stop when I feel like I've put enough distance between us, knowing that the mother will be on the hunt once she finds the scent of a wolf in her den and finds a cub missing. Setting the pup down, I promptly put my paw on its body and grab the side of its head, jerking it viciously in my snout until I hear the bones of its neck breaking. Once it goes limp, I start feeding, puncturing the neck before licking up the droplets of blood that come to the surface. This is just too good to waste.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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