The Lust for Love... or Blood? Oct 6, 2008 3:43:31 GMT -5
Post by ναмρι on Oct 6, 2008 3:43:31 GMT -5
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]