She could almost taste the pink Moscato that glistened upon his brow, its slight aroma there before fading into the stale air. She almost did not think that the stone would hit its mark, it was a hasty move yet she could not resist the impulse. It grew and bubbled within her to the point of explosion. Prey. Oh he was divine with his innocence despite the banner that flew upon his pristine pelt. She would dirty him up, oh she will sully the snow until it ran with crimson regret.

Quick now, the vixen falters not as she plays with him, the game becoming so much more intriguing as their eyes lock. Dual hued optics melt into the abysmal void as the inky vessels greedily suck her in. Heat rises to kiss her flanks and she actively resists the urge to drag her tongue down her fur. The irritation and frustration are like manna to her. They call for her to prod the flames and dance within the wicked glow.

Shaking the thought from her mind she proceeds with her plan, drawing him in for the kill, and like the naïve sheep he follows. Without a second thought she allows a taunt drip from her maw, the poison slipping through his ears and settling within his heart. The reaction is immediate. So much so that she pauses in her game, drawn in to his reaction. She can not see him clearly however the rattled growl is akin to thunder in the limited space. It is curious, yet she would be a fool to allow herself to get caught up. Her aim is true as she lands, jaws finding purchase within seconds of contact. Twisting her body so that her paws are on stone she gives him a solid jerk. A gleam of pure delight dancing within her eyes when he actually goes down. She did not know exactly his origins or physical limitations yet he sure seemed much bigger than her. Yet she did not dwell as she darted forward, the promise of his blood too much to ignore. Her moment of surprise gave him all the time he needed to regain his footing but not before she struck with the grace of a viper. The bite is not terribly deep, yet just enough to whet her appetite and cause her to groan in pleasure. A joy short lived as her prey decides to grow a pair and retaliate. It is cute. The way he childishly snarls at her, his head twisted in annoyance. He was slow and loud. Yet she had made a mistake. She had indulged.

The pain is sharp as it blossoms across her snout bringing forth her own essence. Tit for tat. She approves and after placing some distance between them she allows her greedy eyes to undress him. He stood before her, tall and proud with his tail raised just right. His soiled fur stood on end as his head lowers to protect his neck…my my someone has been trained.

“Why so defensive?” she coos, before slithering closer. Her steps are careless and light as if she had not a care in the world yet her gaze is predatory. She knew not if she sought to destroy or enjoy and the ambiguity titillated. “Come now, I only wanted a taste…” She trails off as she faux lunges, attempting to force his paw and continue the game.