Beastial helm labored over the broken body betwixt my massive paws, scythes eager to crush bone and reduce flesh to visceral tendrils. It is only when the sugar-spun specter comes ghosting through the timbers, catching at the peripheries of my vision do I take pause in my feasting, corpus rising and poised to stillness as harks keen to hear the whispered tread of the approaching female.

Indigo spheres illuminate in the penumbral shadows like twin black-lights, unerringly honing in on the pallid mistress bedecked in scarlet as she slips from the trees to pin me with her viridian stare. It is in almost perfect synchronization that our tongues slip from our lips to lap slowly... almost seductively across our muzzle. Her's with a sanguine intrigue and mine with sadistic temptation. My eyes trail the movement, fixated upon the pink muscle as it peeks between her ivory fangs and makes it's pilgrimage over her lips only to retreat back into the cavern of her mouth. And then my gaze lingers across the pelt that is a damned bloody reminder of an Imprint long gone and lost to the decaying parchment of my memories. Zeivah had never been my lover, nor my friend. By I cannot deny the bond the Imprintation scored into my Soul as if carved by the blade of a scalpel. To see this vixen, a near duplicate in colors, was a vexation that admittedly peaked my interest. An interest further deepened by the macabre display of puckered flecs, torn and stretched across one side of her cameo, a delightful horror that appealed to my carnal tastes.

I enjoyed toys and trinkets that were... unique. Nothing quite compares to my sordid love affair with Stella. But the sooty Furian banshee offers little respite in favor of her hostile tendencies. Her soul is full of Fire, wild and un-tamable... luring me ever closer. And yet it is a cold fire, burning like ice in her core, with no passion to offer her avid worshiper. Can I help that my dark eyes stray to so sinful a temptation?

I do not care for perfection of pedigrees. Genetics is simply some fool hardy whim to work towards the impossible. The Angels for example, in their desperate clamor to populate the whole of Moladian and spread their seed into the masses in effort to secure their purity have only become an infesting plague. The line no so wide-spread that they'll have no choice but to eventually imbreed or integrate with those they'd deem unworthy. Either action will in effect dilute and pollute the Angel Code and all those many long years will be wasted. While I? I am a single, superb specimen of exact specification. Built of Strength and Stamina, my blood roils with the genes of the last of the purities within our Species. Kenai penninsula wolves are as close as one can come to our Dire Ancestors. And we are a rare breed indeed. Furians... with a Wrath to match our Wit.

The temptress bares her fangs, and the action brings a serial killer's smile to my lips. Slow, lazy, full of virile masculine satisfaction. Pistons flex beneath my frame, hefting my monolithic stature to a standing position. At a staggering 45" in height and nearing 7' from nose to tail tip, I am by far the largest wolf Moladian has ever seen. But I am no glutton. My physique is perfectly proportioned, designed by compact layers of lean, killing machine muscle. With a deep chest, square shoulders and white pit-bull like jowls that were specifically evolved to crush through the bones of even the largest bull moose. I was no one to Fuck with. The fur along my neck and shoulder bristles into a sterling mohawk, and slowly I slide forward upon my powerful chassis, approaching the female like a shark cruising in for the kill.

I circle her, so close the she would feel the delicious heat radiating from my body, slinking around her notably pert derriere and I audibly inhale her fragrance. It is winter after all... and then sidle back around to view the scarred side of her cheek, flashing her a deviant grin and lick my lips. "What a Juicy Morsel this night has served me on a silver platter..." I muse alloud, clearly unperturbed by her quaint little 'warning'.

_{Furian Bastard + Brindle + 16Y + 45", 195lbs + Stalks Stella + Sired Zildjian, Bellatrix, Izarra & Asterian}