They look at me and think, "Is she going to send me to the devil?"

Her markedly feminine head scanned the horizon for a moment before lowering her head to lap at the water. She even wandered up to her hocks to enjoy the clear, cool water as it cooled her blood and calmed her mind. Zenobia was silently wondering just how she had managed not to find this land before. She could smell the markers of the pack that was nearby, and though she was not yet motivated enough to mess with any of the packs quite yet, it didn't mean they were off limits. What better story than the Fall of Troy? Or the fall of Alexandria? Cleopatra caused wars from her sly tongue and seductive looks. How many men died for Helen of Troy? Surely the russet girl could do the same. She was certainly built for it.

The honey brown eyes scanned the grasses, her nose twitching trying to decipher the thousands of smells that swept around her like small threads in a blanket that made the grasslands. Here, prey could be found that did not need the help of other teeth. Zenobia's mouth watered at the thought while her stomach grumbled. She moved from the waters' edge and she focused on a small movement at the edge of the embankment. She lowered her body and held still, ever patient. The games she played never yielded the instant gratification that so many craved. No, she let the desire build. She let the tension get so high she thought she might break. And then, then she released. With a leap and a snap the small field mouse was dead. A merciful end to an already short life. Zenobia tossed her head back and crunched allowing a small amount of blood to trickle out of the corner of her mouth.

It was only then she realized she was not alone and turned her graceful head towards the younger but bigger wolf. It seemed that these lands grew large and brawny wolves. Interesting. She tilted her head and licked her lips clean of what little blood came from her meal. "Can I help you?" A simple question, and yet the slightest of smirks edged her lips and her expression was in general amused. Her tail stayed even with her hips and her ears pricked forward. No one ever learned anything by forcing everyone to be submissive to them.

but they should know
I AM THE DEVIL

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