All your dirty secrets preserved in formeldehyde ,

From the cradle to the grave, now no one will be saved!

He intrigues me this one, as he goes toward the throat of the beast I felled and begins to lap at the liquid. My head tilts and brows furrow as I watch him intently. How was that a meal? Surely a liquid diet had failed him as he grew, as Widow and Gehenna both had moved on from milk and blood early. Snowy white ears make for his voice once again and I find that a smirk and a soft laugh is given to escape my throat. "She must be a clever one then, and strong as well to have it laid out so plainly." It is always good to stroke the ego of one who could be watching, and by his actions I would take an educated guess that she may be. It is not too much longer after my reply that a flash of red catches my eye. No, not the white, the red. This color is something I take advantage of in normal circumstances, but upon closer inspection red blended and moved with the white. It did not clump, it was her color then. How striking? Her venomous green lanterns called eyes held mine and she speaks with honeyed tones that suggested sugar coated sin.

"You are a meal on wheels, yourself, precious. Hope you will come for dinner." I smile and retort in my own girlishly innocent tones. I enjoy this peel of banter, it was a good entrance, and I can tell that we could become close companions. Beauty Queens, we could be. I nearly giggle at my own thought, already making plans to make this friendship a fruitful one.

Just as my own Dread could be stalking in the shadows behind me, she had been behind him. Reaver has become near constant with the drawing winter, and though his company is quiet, it becomes too much sometimes. Everyone has their limit, and if I can extend mine to letting Reaver stalk the shadows behind me, then so be it. Out of sight out of mind, I have got to stop remembering the last winter. Anticipation would kill me. Even so, I dare not reveal that someone would be watching my back out here. A girl must have her mysteries after all.

Returning to the present, I smirk just as he makes his promise, his head dips to grasp the wolf but stops. 'Eric,' he offers me his name, and his female does the same, naming herself 'Seline.' I grin at both of them and move to grasp the bottom front leg of the wolf just as they grasp his scruff. I cannot let them do all of the work, now can I? When they are ready, we all will move toward home.

mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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