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Even as I get closer to my supposed prey, the wind tries to play tricks on me. My head snaps up, old eyes probing when I catch the tiniest whiff of Ani's perfume. No, it can't be her. She's gone, let it go. I shake my head, a snarl building in my throat but I hold it down if only for cover while I close in on my next kill. Still, there's a new tightness to my gut, my chest finding it harder to expand now that I've been teased with the very thing I treasure the most, her presence. And then the female is just before me through the trees. It's almost like I can taste her from here. I hear the delicate churning of her tongue in the water but then something else happens. Suddenly another voice hits the air and I stop dead in my tracks, my head snapping up once more as my pupils dilate and salive pools in my jaws, teeth gritting against each other as my tail arches over my spine. Ani? I would know that melody anywhere. She seems to be talking to the very wolf I've been tracking and I know that's no coincidence. Grinding my teeth, I move in closer. Right about the time I'm about to visualize the two wolves, it happens. The Ani I know suddenly transforms into this wild snapping beast, turning on the female as she suddenly pins her to the ground and doesn't stop snapping until the girl is dead beneath her, her blood pooling around them both. The girl's body is a mess of torn fur and ripped flesh, making her look more like tenderized dog food than something that used to breathe. It's almost reminescent of my own work. I take a moment to take it all in, my working eye entranced by the crimson sand and the fleshy bits here and there. Finally it works its way up to the goddess who did it all. I feel my beast being soothed at the same time that it's coming to life in a new rich way. I want to embrace her, caress her, but at the same time I want to hold her down and give her as many punctures as I can get in. How dare she show up like she hasn't been gone all this time? How dare she trot in all proud and steal the kill I was tracking? How dare she look so edible covered in blood from head to toe? It's just not right and I won't have it so. I rush her, diving low as I snap at her front legs, trying to ram her chest and stick my head under to push up and throw her off balance. If that doesn't work, I'll keep driving forward, working my way to one side to push with all my weight and momentum, not stopping until she either falls over so I can pin her or retaliates. Through all the rabid snapping of my jaws, a single menacing growl escapes. "YOU WERE GONE." I say it accusingly, like the worst crime she could have ever done was leave me. Adonis_male_six years old_entranced by Atania_father to 39", 190 lbs. Devil May Cry x Natalya * sired by Brother to Atania |