if you could only see

THE BEAST YOU'VE MADE OF ME

As her most sharpened fangs tore through the little squirrel, the woman could feel the ivory wolf's eyes on her. He stared at her- observed her and all she did as she ate. Masquerade did not care, and thought nothing of it. There was no reason to get riled up about it, as the man proved himself to be not a threat. If he wanted to harm her, he would've done so already.
Not much time passed before she finished her puny meal. Indeed, it was very little. Masquerade was still quite hungry, and it would seem that her stomach agreed. A soft rumble echoed in her belly, and the vixen would have growled at it had it not be such an odd thing to do. She didn't want the other wolf to hear how she was weak and in need of nutrition. So, she stretched her legs and began to stand. The femme was close to making her leave of the place until the brute stepped forward and spoke.
Complimented her hunting, eh? Well, surely he wasn't that difficult to impress.

"I guess so. Not really something too difficult, you know. It's wolves- others of our kind. They make much more of a challenge, and I'd be damned if I said I didn't know what it's like to be up against a creature who can try at your own game. Squirrels are pathetic, minuscule creatures compared to the supremacy of a predator like us. I know what a victory is- I know what it means to show off. What I did was not showing off. I don't impress," she replied. Her silky, velvety and dominating voice rang in the air. She shifted her paws for a moment and brought her head a little higher. "I don't need to."

Masquerade spoke, keeping her eyes leveled with his own. His strange colored optics did not faze her, and so she kept calm and stared into his depths with all of her rich and regal power.

Masquerade

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