:::not here for my _{confessionals:::}

Malignus couldn't help the fact that he had a soft spot for woman. He supposed he had been born with it, even trying his luck with his sisters at barely a month old. His mother had been too busy foraging to scold him and so he had developed a craving for feminine flesh. At least that's the story he told himself on the rare occasion he had an off day with the ladies.

Today happened to be one of those off days.

The ghost was as blank as her coat, no hint of intelligence showing in those expressionless eyes and yet, she was not stupid. She had seen through his disguise as easily as if he had not been wearing one, and he guessed her to be one of those gifted wolves, the kind possessing a rare ability to see beyond what is normal. Malignus growled inwardly at himself for his childish fancies, but kept his smile up and his tail wagging. Only when the female next spoke, replying to his earlier words, did he let the grin die on his lips. It was too late for him to save face, now that she knew, and he didn't want to risk injury on a grumpy, old bitch in any case. There were, after all, plenty more delicate flowers out there to be had.

With a theatrical sigh, he let himself sink into his usual, slightly-sloping frame, face as dead as his eyes. No longer trying to hide his intentions, he let his gaze rove across her body earnestly and hungrily, although his own version of disgust overtook his maw when he looked upon her face. She turned to go and he made no move to stop her, simply crying out in her wake, “Another time then, my dear. Or perhaps in the spring if you bear pups I will pay you another visit.” He gave a wink, although he doubted she turned to see it, and loped into the woods from whence he came, a shadow among shadows once more.