shut your dirty, dirty MOUTH
i'm NOT that easy!!

Nothing felt better than this territory my brother has found. Running the border, I keep my pack mates safe from intruders, and I am allowing muscles to build on my slender frame. I am all wiry muscle and supple curves, a true royal beauty. I am on the tall side of things, my legs are lean and long to give me stride and speed. My build is that of a fit athlete, and it screams lethal. My jog around the border of our new kingdom bring me through many different parts of the forested land. This morning there is a scent on the air that distracts me from border detail, and I find my mouth watering as I track it down with superior skill. A young piglet, away from its sow, this must be my lucky day!

Catching the infant is harder than one would imagine, but it is easily done when you have the skills of a well trained killing machine. I pounce on the little pig once I am close enough, and crush its small skull between muscular mandibles. Taking my meal into the cover of the bushes, I devour the young, tender morsel with the fervor of a mad woman. Wolfing down every bite like it was my last. I cannot eat all of this, the piglet being rather large for summer swine, perhaps Karma agreed. Not long after I made the kill does a pack member show his face, one who had been a loyal pack member since I could remember.

Coming out of the bushes, between the trees, I emerge from the darkness and give the distant male something of a smile. My luscious tail waves, brindled bodice coming to stand with the baby pig dangling between my jaws. I do not eat much, so there is quite a big portion of the pork left. Setting it down between us, I meet his dual toned gaze with my own pair of mismatched hell-fire gems. "Come here often?" My voice is melodic in nature, as if the angels themselves were singing. It was a quality the wolves of our homeland could not stand, and had punished me for. I remember the war.

I remember the males of our mother pack as they came at me, surrounding and enraging me as they caged me in. Simultaneously, they came at me, ripping and tearing at my beautiful coat. They put their fangs in my skin, and they dared draw royal blood! I fought back though, they got too close to my mouth and I had them. I am no flower to be crushed, I am a stone and I do the crushing. Having two brothers who outweigh and outmatch you means you have to be smart and fast and bide your time. My training kicked in and slowly I turned it on wolves who had been in lessons with me. We all lost something in that fight, I lost my purity, I knew the price Zach had paid. Regret that I could not help him in his time of need gives me a guilt that takes my breath away.

"If you want the rest of that you can have it, I over-ate." I sit and wait for his response.

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