It is then that the girl became suspicious, her face suddenly becoming one of distance and mistrust. It brought a smile immediately to Lillith's features - a smile much crueler, much more twisted as she began to drop her facade. Like a serpent, she began to sliver from her skin. Her shoulders dropped, her head lowering horizontally so that she might prepare to charge; her tail began to arc slowly, the pink of her tongue lashing out over her muzzle in satiation and anticipation.

"How selfish."

The words are unexpectedly sweet, as if such a thing was but a compliment. It is then, though, that she lunged, her legs springing into action beneath her dark form. She had always been fast, always been a powerhouse of pure speed and today is no exception. It took but a moment for her to clear the distance, neglecting the chasm that spanned beneath them. Such a thing had been forgotten when she had shed her mask, casting it aside with all rationale. She was hungry, she was frustrated and she was going to tear the girl apart.

As she lunged for her, she rose up, intending to crash down atop her with her paws around her neck, grasping her like a belayed reunion - a hug, twisted and sadistic. She wanted to feel the warmth of her beneath her, that sensual, lusting feeling of intimacy before the kill. With that, she drove her teeth towards the girl's head, hoping to grab at her scalp and pull up, creating a marionette of the wolf. She liked her meals slowly tenderized. She wanted to hear her beg, to feel her writhe beneath her so desperately.

It would simply, she thought, be a shame if such fun was to end so quickly.