Post by ..•silence•.. on Mar 8, 2007 4:54:40 GMT -5
[R E D]
Ice licked water drooled out of a vast cave. The mouth surrounded in pin-point spikes. The sun was especially hot today and sunk its rays deep into the core of the thick ice. It ran shiny and clean, sparkling in the midday sun.
The peaks of pines were almost beyond recognition; their only traitor being the long spikey peaks poking out of the top of the snow pile.
The place was an unpleasant accomidation, bland and dull-coloured.
The snow beamed dangerously bright the eyes of a deceiving young wolf. Her eyes seemed to burn holes into the oblivious snow.
She was searching lazily for a home. She cared not if it were today, tomorrow, even next week. She was in no desperate hurry; she did not mind falling under the name of a loner. If the wrong duke approached, she'd let him no right away. She especially did not want some petty heaven-kisser 'Trying their luck' on her. She'd show them what-for!
Her saliva went into a spasm as the taste of fresh 'light' blood teased her tasters. Oh the pleasure she found from pondering over the sensation of sinking her teeth deep into the flesh of the helpless. Hearing their scream of pain and cry of death.
She almost longed for that familiar sound.
Coincidentally, a hare skittled out from behind a small snow-pile and raced toward the Wolf. She laughed at its stupidity as she snapped the now-lifeless hare's neck in two with dramatic ease. 'Like breaking a toothpick!' She thought demonically as she relieved her tickling buds.
After only five or so minutes, the hare was completely devoured. The duchess licked her lips in a satisfied manner. "Now bring on the dukes!" she laughed.
Ice licked water drooled out of a vast cave. The mouth surrounded in pin-point spikes. The sun was especially hot today and sunk its rays deep into the core of the thick ice. It ran shiny and clean, sparkling in the midday sun.
The peaks of pines were almost beyond recognition; their only traitor being the long spikey peaks poking out of the top of the snow pile.
The place was an unpleasant accomidation, bland and dull-coloured.
The snow beamed dangerously bright the eyes of a deceiving young wolf. Her eyes seemed to burn holes into the oblivious snow.
She was searching lazily for a home. She cared not if it were today, tomorrow, even next week. She was in no desperate hurry; she did not mind falling under the name of a loner. If the wrong duke approached, she'd let him no right away. She especially did not want some petty heaven-kisser 'Trying their luck' on her. She'd show them what-for!
Her saliva went into a spasm as the taste of fresh 'light' blood teased her tasters. Oh the pleasure she found from pondering over the sensation of sinking her teeth deep into the flesh of the helpless. Hearing their scream of pain and cry of death.
She almost longed for that familiar sound.
Coincidentally, a hare skittled out from behind a small snow-pile and raced toward the Wolf. She laughed at its stupidity as she snapped the now-lifeless hare's neck in two with dramatic ease. 'Like breaking a toothpick!' She thought demonically as she relieved her tickling buds.
After only five or so minutes, the hare was completely devoured. The duchess licked her lips in a satisfied manner. "Now bring on the dukes!" she laughed.