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,
I watch with intensity as the ivory bitch before me begins to spin her opening monologue. We are however cut very unceremoniously short. Having already heard Draven's familiar call whilst patrolling my lands barely half an hour prior, I had clearly chosen to temporarily ignore him until I had handled my present matters. The Vampire however appears to have decided that he is far too goddamn impatient and important to be kept waiting for anything longer than a minute. What a funny and bold mistake to make. I may be rumored as devilish, rebellious... evil, cruel, cannibalistic, (admit it you lick your lips too at the thought) you name it but I'll be absolutely damned if my pack doesn't show a little fucking respect when it is due. And I think we all know that the ALPHA is due quite a bit.
SO, you can imagine my frustrations as this fellow bloodthirsty demon traipses his way right the hell in to my little meeting like he owns the joint. I can already hear the rumbling in my new marshmallow friends throat as Draven ballet dances his way in. An annoyed warning bubbles in my own chest as well as I refuse to yet turn to face him. Instead my aquamarine irises glare just enough from the side as I stand statue still, hackles ever so slightly raised. He has the audacity to A) not start by greeting me at all B) throw a still breathing offering at my feet and C) ignore absolutely everything and announce himself at the END of his non discrete entrance. The fucking nerve. I hate that I like it.
For the briefest moment the night is silent and all that can be heard is the dust settling around the soon to be midnight snack and the low rumbles in our chests. And then the female speaks. I would laugh if I wasn't so fucking pissed off. What a sight, my two first official candidates starting out as rivals already. How delightful. Nonetheless, and despite my yearning to watch them brawl, I cannot disregard Draven's extremely rude entrance. I refuse to be so rudely interrupted. And so my warning turns into a threatening snarl snapping at the female first before Draven has the chance to retort and....
"Mind your tongue little lamb, we haven't even finished our introductions and you're already assuming you have any importance to me"
.....before I finally release my fury and spin to face my feisty fanged lizard of the night. My jowls snap in a tight lipped show of annoyance as my teal gaze rises to meet that of crimson.
"Is that any fucking way to treat your alpha? Is this a thing now for lambs and lizards to be rude and inconsiderate? First the despicable, pathetic pups that thought they could fend me off when I took this land and bathed it in blood. And now this? Are you so arrogant that you cannot see we are clearly in the middle of a conversation!?"
I talk precisely, being particular about enunciating clearly in case any one is truly as idiotic as they just acted. My pinna lay in annoyance against my ebony coat and the curl in my lip causes the crimson upon my face to ripple. I take a couple steps forward, stepping over the distastefully thrown offering and closing the distance between Draven and myself. I barely offer a glance to the pet he has brought with him.
"What kind of wolf interrupts his alpha, doesn't even bother to greet him, throws a teasingly still breathing offering to his king's feet and then announces their arrival? On another note, If I remember correctly, and I know I do, I believe I asked you to bring me an already skinned offering. If it weren't for my derma tingling to watch you skin this wolf's skull yourself, right now, in front of me and the immense thirst I currently have for fresh lupine carcass, you wouldn't still be standing there. I will not stand for my authority to ever be disrespected. Now, am I clear?"
I stare Draven directly in the eyes. I care not for how much of a badass this wolf may think he is, nor do I care for the things he has done. This is my pack that he asked to be given entry to and he will play by my rules or leave. I have no room for those who think they are greater than their king. I can see the immense amount of potential, usefulness and strength that he offers, of course I can. But, this is rendered entirely pointless when he can't show respect, however fake it needs to be, when it is due. I spit on the idea of walking in as he has just done. It is the same as questioning an alpha's authority in front of the pack. Another snarl rumbles in my throat before I huff one last pissed off warning and then walk back to the important matter at hand. The new kill, offering, sacrifice, meal, that I have just been provided. I allow a glance to the ivory fae, communicating that our conversation was not complete, and that she needed to pay attention to what was about to happen if she were going to get anywhere here. Alas, all other things aside, I am oh so very hungry and it doesn't get much fresher than this.
Saliva begins to build in my maw. If Draven is talking to me I am listening, my auds rotating atop my coal doused, crimson iced cranium. Lupine. Oh how I oh so very much love love love the sweet taste of Lupine. Your teeth sink through the derma like soft, chewy rubbery goodness, the muscle layer is melt-in-your-mouth, the veins and arteries like spaghetti and you don't even need to add sauce to any of it. Then there's the organs, the toes, the eyes, the bones. It all has its own unique taste, and place as part of the wonderful dish. My favorite dish.
"You may begin whenever you want. Just the skull. Better to make it nice and slow, try not to lose too much of flavor.... I mean blood, to the earth."
My endless eyes stare hungrily at the meal. A flick of my right ear and a cold, slight glance back to the fae set the stage for my devious leathery smile to follow.
"As for you, marshmallow, if you want to be part of this pack. To have any of that value that you seem to think you possess. You, too will bring me a fresh kill, of any sort, with the head skinned"
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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 || 1,117 words
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