The Lust for Love... or Blood?

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One bite and it's all over...

Red eyes glared through the trees. It was midnight, but to this vampire wolf it was as bright as midday. With Orion, her minion, back at the den, it felt good to be alone, to hunt freely. At this time, the only wolves wandering around here would be roving males, looking for some female to 'have the night' with. Well, Lamia would make that happen... sort of.

The trees ahead of her rustled and she crouched lower, picking up the scent of a large male wolf. He stepped through the trees so she could see him fully. He was a russet colour, large, well-built and muscular. Some would call him handsome. His claws were sharp but wouldn't cause much damage unless he put force behind his strike. His teeth were sharp, pure white and clean. He'd cleaned himself up for this night, it was obvious. His pelt was clean, free of leaves or dirt. So he was definately looking for a free female... or not free, most males didn't seem to care.

Lamia saw a bush on the left side of the male and grinned. Darting round at an unbelievable speed, she forced herself through the bush. When she landed on the other side, she pretended to collpase to the floor, yelping, the thorns having scratched her body. She glanced up at the male, her eyes filled with fake fear and sadness. He looked ecstatic but quickly hid it. A gorgeous female just fell at his feet, practically begging for help? How perfect!
"Well what happened to you, babe?" he asked, slyly.
"I was being chased," she said, pity in her tone.
"Awww, we can't have that can we?" he said, helping her stand up.
"Thanks," she said.
"Now, shall we find a way of making you happy?" he asked, grinning.

He was fast! Within a few minutes he had her on the ground and was growling, his eyes filled with lust. He drew his paw across her chest and she pretended to enjoy it. But his next move was his biggest mistake. He lent down and licked her forhead, his neck stretched openly over her mouth.

Fatser than you would have thought possible, Lamia leapt up off the ground, mouth open and powerful teeth finally visible. Grabbing his neck, she sunk her fangs in squeezing hard.
"W-what the hell arew you doing oyu little bitch?" he yelled, trying to push her away. but it was too late. he yelped and screamed as she took her meal. It was over quite quickly, in spite of his size. His barks became quiter and quiter before he finally slumped on top of her, eyes half closed but all life in them lost...

Lamia pulled away, blood still dripping from her main teeth. He looked a lot smaller now, lying on his side. Not a very proud death. But at least lamia was happy. She stood up, tilted her head to check there was nothing more she could have from him before turning away, happy with her nights hunt.[/center]
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Darling dear, meat isn’t a pretty sight on your muzzle.

The land was so quiet to him, the eerie stillness floating upon the ground like forest fog. It was this peculiar silence that brought to him the sound of voices, through the twisting winding woodland. In a small space ahead of him somewhere he could sense the movements of another few canines. No, he could hear them. His bulky ears pressed forward, listening to the sudden alarm in a male’s voice. His eyes scanned the underbrush ahead of him, the leaves that could stand winters harm were still thick—giving no view of what was beyond. He clicked his teeth together as he heard the slumping sound of a dropping wolf—lethal meat slurping sounds pushing past the winds whispering blow. His bones cracked and strained, the well built muscles pushing as he gently moved forward—rounding the bush with ease. His head was raised, though his eyes were emotionless as he watched her leave. The sway in her hips as she moved light yet muscled.

Darling dear, lets have the night to ourselves.

Again he moved, like a ghost—swiftly. The ease as the muscles pushed and paws pressed firmly to the soft clearing floor. His nose pressed against the neck of the male, feeling no thump from a pulse, no need for any further killing. What was left of flesh on his muzzle lifted to a small smile, his dull yellow eyes flickering to the leaving female before he buried his bone muzzle into the deep, ripped flesh. The blood trickled across his face, slipping off dried bone and falling with a slash into the thin grass. He tugged lightly, ripping flesh from the spine—feeling the meat fall through his neck—and to where? He had no life in him, but yet he needed meat. His guard wasn’t down, his eyes forward while his body was light upon the ground—feeling little vibrations of the vampire leaving. She was weightless, though his body could feel her movements.

Darling dear, lets have a quick talk.

”Darling dear.” He whispered, faintly and smoothly off the tongue in a deep, baritone fashion. He raised himself from his spot, his mouth faintly opened in a panting fashion. The spikes for teeth, as they would seem, barely touched each other—clicking as each touched. Where was the darling off to? Septimus had absolutely no plans, why not go out with a vampire?

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One bite and it's all over...

Her ears flipped up as two words floated towards her.
"Darling dear."
Unusual. She turned around, the wind flicking her fur out of her eyes and giving her a good view. Even though she'd just been dragged through a bush (by herself but still-) and attempted to be 'loved up' by a male, she still looked beautiful. her black tail was slick yet fluffy underneath, as was her main body: perfect red fur with the black 'spikes' by her tail and fluffy white belly. Her black paws carried no hind of mud or dirt which hid perfectly in the dark colour, and her quiff of hair was fluffy and lively, yet not overpowering or large, just perfect. Her velvet black ears were as perfect as ever, perched on the side of her head, ready to listen to the wolf that had captured her attention. The colours on her fur mixed together before reaching her eyes. Her blood red, irresistible eyes.

Her eyes scanned the wolf that called her, though he was quite far away. Of course, no problem for her incredible vision, even in this poor light, but she took an incredibly fast step forwards, covering about ten meters in her single step. This wolf was very different to herself. Rather than overflowing with dangerous beauty, he seemed to have been ripped apart. An undead. Well she shouldn't be surprised, these days they were quite well known. Which is why the old days were better. Hundreds of years ago, anyone slightly out of the ordinary would be slaughtered. Of course, they never touched Lamia. Someone as godly as that couldn't possibly do anything wrong, even if she did have mysterious murders all around her. Now these creatures were accepted, making her life much less fun. The danger was exciting. This half-wolf probably never saw danger in his life.

But Lamia didn't tend to think of others so as she tilted her head to take in this wolf's have skeletal appearance, she didn't think much of him. Just 'Drat, someones beaten me to it,' as she saw the lack of blood flowing through his body.[/center]

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He wasn’t one to play around the pole—dance upon your table and hide money in the bra. But you got to admit, this was such a wonderful moment. How such a beautiful being was placed in the hands of a hell shaped maniac—scratch that: hell bound lover. The hold in her step, like that of a lingering black hole—spinning and thinking, where should it go—what universe so unique that these stars must love. She turns with elegant ease, though sudden movements in a shocker bow were being preformed, they were still lovely.

The eyes were the first beautiful things he saw as she turned swiftly. They seem to be dawned a red—deep and blood like, thick and smooth. His dark, crisped brows bent inward between his eyes, watching as she flew forward meter after meter. ”What stealth.” He speaks the two words simply, an odd half-smile crossing his lips as he does. My oh my, the fun is just beginning. He lifts his charred legs upward, his scared muscles moving as one as he followed up a few more meters. ”Darling, should I praise you? Such beauty in one piece, how can you stand it?” His boned face shadowed and stirred as he tilted it, snapping his boned teeth together with a swift click. ”I mean, come on. You must be in the top ten of most gorgeous beings, dear.” He widened his grin, shifting on his cackling nails.

Septimus saw the hardly the soft pause she took—looking him over with a bit of dislike. No blood? Darling, when you die in the depth of summer, I doubt blood wouldn’t boil and flow from his body, disappearing in a stick liquid elsewhere. He’s got nothing to spoil, nothing to leave poison in—wonderful, right? He drew his tail from its vertical position, lifting it some and giving it a wag. ”Hmph… how was your time with him” He twitched an ear in the direction of the dead, eaten up male. He tilted his head as well, flickering his eyes to it, giving as much signs that he was indicating towards the dead dude. ”Want to talk to him again?” He purred, sitting himself down—his rattled ribs clicking as he positioned himself.

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Lamia's eyes flickered as she heard his compliments. But don't mistake these flickers as emotion, as a thank you. No, she was meerly agreeing with him. The confident, "Yep," when he asked if he should praise her only confirmed this fact. But she was a true Vamp, of course she would think she was magnificent, just as everyone else did. Anyone who saw her couldn't deny her of that.

Now this guy... Well apparently he was a flirt. An odd looking, bloodless wolf but still a flirt. What he hoped to achieve though was unknown. Could he ever hope to impress her with simple words? Was he trying to? Males were so strange but she only used them for food. They were larger than females and much much easier to attack, as all they wanted was her her her. But who wouldn't? A good few females wou;dn't be able to turn her down either.

Yes, she was overly confident, cocky, selfish and all the rest, thinking only of herslef and making herself sound fabulous. Thats why when you're inside her mind you see all these little comments aimed at her own inflated self-esteem. But to be fair, if you didn't like her, she'd eat you.

This male would usually have no interest to her, the lack of blood a massive turn-off. But she was full and had nothing better to do. So Lamia sat down, curling her tail around but leaving the end flicked up.

"No he is nothing to me," she replied, simply. She added, politely but with a hint of bitterness at her own words: "Thanks for the offer."

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His skulled face flickered in the moon light that streamed between the trees as he nodded, his glowing eyes, tucked deep in his rounded skull, searched her face for any necessities he might need. But all he could see was agreement, she as hell loved herself. He trickle of emotion flashed across his boned face, a small smile creeping up on his dead, or unead features. “So you like yourself, dear?” He paused, his tail weaving to his other side, sliding across the thin blades of grass—the dew sinking into his rattled up tail. “That’s lovely.” He merely stopped there, his voice deep and baring a tone of a bit of selfishness, though partly it wasn’t there.

He squinted his eyebrows in again, nodding once to her bitter reply without any intention of going any further on that topic. He half turned his head towards the tattered body, the hole in the neck where he had feasted. No longer was he hungry, even after such a small meal. He flashed his tail across the body, sending bits of dust into the air and letting them land gently upon the carcass. “Poor guy, did he die fast, deary?” He half laughed, swiftly looking back to her with full attention. “Though I wont be surprised if he didn’t, its not like you didn’t want to watch him die quickly. That just wouldn’t be a nice show.” He grinned sheepishly, nodding his head once.

Slowly he lifted himself up, his ribs clinking together, a rather bored expression on his face—though his face was turned away from the lady, no intention of showing his emotion. But it flickered away as he turned his head back to her, giving a quick shake of his dilapidated coat. Even though he was like… dead, he didn’t smell of rotting flesh. He pretty much smelled like nothing in particular, no wolf scent, no dead scent. He wasn’t sure why this happened, maybe because he died in the heat or something and all his body fluids floated away, leaving him nothing but dried up nothingness or something.

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This creature was quickly losing Lamia's interest. Her fluffy tail swished with frustration, politeness took a lot of work.
"Yes, who wouldn't?" she said, smiling at his question. Of course she loved herself, she was undoubtedly gorgeous to anyone who layed eyes on her. The distinct vampire features melted into her overall view, making her look normal. Her eyes were perfect in both appearance and job, having the ability to see clearly anywhere, be it light or dark, fog or clear, or anything that would cause someone else to struggle. Her long slim legs could take her anywhere at super speed, including incredible jumping in their skills. But enough about her, what about him?

There was nothing that suggest powers on his body, except for the obvious ability to live through whatever had caused his death. But as far as she could tell from her quick sweeping gaze, his powers, if he had any, were not visible, unlike her legs and eyes.

But of course, that wasn't important to her, just something to occupy her as she debated whether to stay or not. She vaguely heard his question, and twitched her ear, acknowledging it, before answering. "Fast yes, but fast doesn't mean painless. Ever been bitten by a vampire? We're not nice," she said, sounding proud.[/center]