Even if I cannot smell or hear another coming, there's a certain sense that comes with tracking your meals that binds to your system like a leech. Even if I have no proof to back it up, I know when someone else has joined me. My hackles creep up along my spine, ears flicking back but I don't move a muscle, seeming all the world relaxed even though I'm ready for anything. I know that I will let whoever is stalking me attack and when they do, they will find themselves on the ground. I don't mind giving someong the first shot, as long as they plan on having me crippled or otherwise indisposed with just the one shot. Otherwise they better make damn sure they can move fast.
And yet my skin goes to shivering with pleasure the minute her snow and blood fur brushes mine. She chooses to sidle up next to me instead of attacking outright, probably a smart move on her part. Of course, I shouldn't expect any less now that I know who I'm dealing with. Seline, former queen of andere Seite and one of my many conquests. Who would think I'd find her in Moladian of all places? I guess even she got tired of the absence of so many wolves to call the place a pack from where we came from. My ear flicks to the side in her direction, one icy blue narrowing in anticipation of the game to come. I know she doesn't come without a game in mind.
We danced so well back in Andere, like the perfect duet, our bodies entwined no matter what activity we were in the middle of performing. We drew blood and we drew much more from each other but it was all worth it in the end. I know that she expects a challenge and neither of us would have it any other way. I respect her more for this love of the game. Her words entice a deep growl from my throat, turning my head just so that I can see her with both my gleaming eyes. Blood runs down my chin, trickling onto the ground below as I stand over my fresh corpse. I can see the challenge in her eyes and my body tenses up, eager to meet it head on.
I reach out with jaws parted, aiming to grasp her scruff in my teeth as I try to force her head down. If she cooperates, I'll then raise my fore leg to throw over her sexy shoulders, straddling her forehand to show dominance as I slowly release her fur. My muzzle would draw close her ear, my voice a silky smooth whisper.
"Only as much as you missed me, my tasty cherry tart."
I grin, my teeth aiming to rake along her ear as I draw back, knowing she'll throw some kind of twise into this, whether it be to unhinge me from her back or to do more deviant mannerisms. Even so, I look forward to every minute of it. If I managed to grasp her, I'll have already started painting her coat with red, both from the blood of my fresh kill and from puncturing the thick skin of her scruff. Even she knows that I like it rough.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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