here kitty, kitty come and tighten the leash ,

How 'bout a little discipline for the violent beast?

Her head is tilted slightly, held as if listening intently to the spring time blossom of blood red and intricate petals. She laughs softly to herself, sharing a joke perhaps, or maybe having a funny thought. It is not the flower she speaks to and laughs at, her black paws are stained with rich crimson and thick with the pieces of her half eaten meal she now listens to. The little beast had never stood a chance, and as the star-studded beauty lay down to enjoy her heinous meal, she laughs and chews her tasty treat.

"Hush little baby, don't make a sound. I'm not burying you underground. Deep in my belly there you'll be, and forever and always safe with me." Jaidah hummed the tune over the dead child, gnawing away at the stomach, pulling apart the grey matter of intestinal tissues and diving in for the redness of muscle. She gave a growling purr of delight as she ripped and tore the lad to shreds, not caring who saw, or that her theft and murder of the pup was done during the day. Laying next to the river, her midnight and starry coat glistening in the sun, Jaidah dips her bloodstained maw over and over into the morsel that is lunch. The Demoniac heathen strips away everything that would have made the boy what he was, who he was. Her celestial crown was splattered with red, a beam of sunlight directly on her as if spotlighting her crime.

Come those who dare, it is time to awaken the fires within you.

bitch ; adult ; demoniac blood ; no heart to hold ; no little demoni ; haunts no land