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Posted on March 22, 2018 at 04:30:23 AM by Mazikeen
She slipped through the wooden sentries, a wraith upon the world as luminance of the moon attempts to spy her. It shimmers upon the ruby leaves, casting shadows upon the lower echelon, yet still she evades it. A sardonic smile dancing upon her pale lips as she denies the lunar sphere. Her dainty paws silent yet quick upon the ground, stirring up the leaf litter yet never lingering to witness the mini tornadoes. Behind her a darker shape is in pursuit, its muscular body eating up the space that separates them; a low hiss vibrating off of the cat’s lips before tracing its icy fingers down her svelte form. She shivers, relishing the sinister sensation as it spurns her forward, her mind racing in joyous leaps as she veers left. Her path to the crags now clear as she sprints up the rock face, never once looking back at the angry she cat. Tongue darts out to drag across her lip, almost moaning in delight as the smoky flavor explodes upon her senses. The cubs had been easy to dispose off, befalling a similar fate that will soon entrap their mother. Her mind recalls the image of their broken tawny carcasses, of how warm the bath was when she rolled within it. She could almost hear the soft squelch her paws had made as she played within the destruction, and the orgasmic glee that had transverse her petite frame when their dam had returned to find her huddled within the bodies of her two cubs. The white bitch had moved the siblings so that the tail was limp within the others mouth, leaving her cuddled betwixt the two, warm within their heat and full upon their entrails. A yowl and giggle later and here they were, the icy hellion scrambling up the crags, the hell cat hot upon her paws but just out of reach. It was a game really, one that she oft played with fate, dangling her own life before death. Tempting him to reach out and wrap his icy fingers upon her cadaver, to squeeze whatever it was that resided within her out. A disjointed giggled is released, very girlish upon the near silence of the night, and she is rewarded with a yowl. So she still follows. Veering to the right she races toward the cliff, confident in her step, in her ability to make the turn. She had practiced this until she could do it in her sleep, her instincts automatically warning her of the danger. Heart rate sky rockets, the moment was here, do or die. Two paces, one pace, and finally she pivots at the last precious second, her body rocketing to the left. The cat however is unprepared, her claws fight for purchase, and she scrambles. A terrified keen leaves her lips as she gazes at the now still wolfess, her amber eyes wide with disbelief until her face disappears over the edge. Darting forward the white bitch watches until she can no longer see her fallen victim, a beaming smile upon her face. It is in this moment that the moon finds her, bathing her in its glory as if to warn other’s of her devilish prescience. Her ruby gown glitters, brought out more by the shocking white of her coat. Her sides heave with the earlier exertion as a giggle bubbles up, a gentle trickling before blossoming into a full blown chiming laugh.  |
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I want to be your addiction. - By Sekhmet March 23, 2018 at 09:03:17 AM
Slit my throat Save my life - By Mazikeen January 4, 2019 at 08:31:28 PM
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