SiNDICATE
Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.
Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
Two nights have passed since my complete takeover of this pack. Two nights of rummaging around my new, expansive territory, scaring off any other weaklings that may have been left. Yes, just scaring them away. I don't know why I didn't eat them either honestly, I'm fucking starving. Those sniveling little pups had been extremely lucky that Nimueh hadn't responded to my challenge. I, in all my merciful splendor allowed them to live, to go and tell of my arrival. Of the terrible, terrible things I had done. Though that one, the one I had torn into delicious ribbons, that had spoken that poisonous name hadn't been doing much running. Someone would find her crawling away with her friend, leaving a painfully wasteful trail of blood behind, and damn would that be comedy gold. The look on that wolf's face, the horror and disgust that would plaster itself to their features as they realized what had been done to the poor, defenseless children. My oh my what ever would they do?! To fathom how their own kind could do such a thing!
I crack myself up. I didn't even kill anyone for fucks sake, hell I didn't even eat any of those rebellious little snacks. This place has no idea what kind of demon just walked into their world. And I can't wait to start having some fun. ridding this vile land of weak links and abominations. Knowing that I am doing my part for the greater good will be reward enough let alone the tasty meals. Even the strong wolves I will now create will become another blessing to the dirt beneath our godly pads. This pack will be feared and worshiped. As it should, for we will be the only sane wolves smart enough to see the world for what it really is. Tarnished and stained. It needs a clean up crew. It needs me.
Oh, I'm sorry did I get carried away? I tend to do that when I'm bored.... or planning. Both of which I am currently experiencing. You see I am preparing for a sort of pack meeting. I need to open this land up for those strong willed enough to enter. I need to build a pack on this red stained land that I have now claimed. This meant rebuilding my Nanakian clan which also meant I would soon be feasting on severed heads and hides of lupines, lagomorphs and god knows what else. My mouth is watering just thinking about the blood that will be spilled. All that being said, it is now night time, and well, pack meetings at night aren't the most intelligent after A. Tearing multiple pups to shreds and forcefully taking a territory and B. When attempting to find beasts much like your own murderous, cannibalistic, highly intelligent self. Thus, I am fucking bored, bored, bored as I have to wait until tomorrow.
Or perhaps not?
Is that a call I hear upon my cliff?
It is. A lone lupin has released his call across my land. He is either a fool, about to be a midnight snack, or a new recruit. Let's go find out, shall we? I raise my blood streaked lips to the ebony night sky and set forth my deep reply. It carries through the caves and bounces amongst the cliffs as it snakes it's way up to my new counterpart.
I stretch my limbs and crack my neck before rising to my feet and shaking off the crimson dust that had been caressing my ivory abdomen. I allow a massive yawn to escape my maw before blinking the boredom from my eyes and setting out to greet the new plaything.
It doesn't take me terribly long to cover the ground, I really wasn't far off to begin with but... details. I have to admit I'm a bit excited to hear someone so eager at the boarder under nightfall. It is a unique thing to do and peaks my hungry interest greatly. Ah, and there he is, his silhouette just barely visible in the darkness. I smell the air, and find nothing. Excuse me? Now, I know you are upwind of me beast, so why do I not pick up your scent? My teal orbs tighten in response. They contrast beautifully at night against my tar drenched dorsum and the crimson mask painted across my face. It creates a haunting image and you bet your ass I know it.
Finally, I reach the brute, climbing up over the side of the cliff wall with ease. I stand before him, nares flared still attempting to pick up some kind of goddamn scent. Nothing. What the fuck is this demon before me? And can I eat him? I stand tall and lower my head towards the creature, irises glowing in the moonlight.
"State your purpose. Or become my Prey. "
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Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.
Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season'd most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.
Titan || Nanakian || Adult || 812 words
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