The blood-lust was on her, and she couldn't fight its hold any more than she supposed Tobias could fight his sexual desires. They were base, carnal and very, very old. She was sentient, yes, and knowledge was as much a thirst as blood for her and her kind, but no amount of breeding or learning could fully extinguish their genetic right as predators, and all the blessings (or curses) that came with that right. Fiammetta felt it as she towered over the prone form of the other wolf, enjoying the power in her paws, her jaws the envoy of death. She could taste the sweet tang of blood in her mouth, made even more satisfying with the knowledge that it belonged to her attacker, and she savoured it as she looked down into those horrified violet eyes.

violet.
Something struggled in her memory, aching to surface from beneath the broiling hunter's mask into conciousness. She struggled to catch it, but it was as slippery as an eel and she lost it as a paw pummelled into her belly. With a sharp growl of anger, she secured the writhing body beneath her, her rage lending her strength, one of her own paws pressed firmly into the triangle of the dark chest, feeling the life-force of her opponent as it ebbed beneath her pads. Could anything be more invigorating? She drew back her neck for the death blow, triumph burning in that terrifying red eye, canines glinting savagely behind charcoal lips, her permanent right-hand half-smile mocking the youngster as it whimpered in her grasp. Only then as she hovered momentarily above the terrified face, did the awful truth begin to dawn on her. In a few heartbeats she scoured the young, unmarked face and the scared, puppy eyes showing no hint of recognition, no hint of blue. But this couldn't be! The scent of Tobias' imprint had been overpowering before, and Fiam could even smell it now, although it had waned into a flicker of mixed......

Her mind was unable to complete its final, horrific calculation as a force knocked into her side, sending her flying off the strange wolf with a yelp of surprise. Thankfully though, her adrenaline (which had already been pumping) leant her speed and agility, and she found herself at the zenith of her arc, twisting her body through the air to land on her feet, although she struggled to inhale, and a bright spark of pain in her side made her dimly aware that she had suffered an internal injury, possibly a broken rib. Her red eye sought her attacker, and she barely had to look at the beast to know the battle was lost. Not that there was anything left to fight for. Quick as a flash, she turned tail and ran, mind numb with the reality of what she had done, eye no longer bright and deadly but glazed over with regret and shame. Thankfully, she had been flung far from both strangers and the other had not time to reach her before she was gone. However, just before she disappeared behind a rock, she paused mid-stride and turned her head. The prone form of a black and red female greeted her, as well as the snarling teeth of her protector whom, despite the fact that Tobias' hated scent clung thickly to her, did not call Fiam to despatch her as it may have done but moments before. She could not speak, for she had not breath, but the look she sent to the black girl was so full of sorrow and regret, intermingled with even more anger towards the nameless black wolf (whose fault it indirectly was for Fiam's terrible mistake), that, if she saw it, it would leave her in no doubt about the heart that beat in the breast of her assailant. Then, without another sound, Fiammetta was gone, leaving only devastation in her wake.





Fiammetta - Female - No Home - No Family - 5YO - 28 inches, 32 pounds