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12-13-2013, 03:49 PM
Sneaky, sneaky, slowly does it. She was creeping through the undergrowth, stalking her prey. It had been far too long since she had last tasted blood spill upon her lips. She had grown frustrated and thirsty, so much to the point that even this pathetic excuse for a skyrat a few yards in front of her would be a satisfying kill. As it stopped dawdling to look around, she shrank her fine frame back into the shadows, concealing herself within the flora. She pondered upon taking the pounce now, but it would be almost too easy, she at least wanted a little fight to get her own blood pumping and her heart racing. It was what she lived for.
The rat showed no signs of moving on anytime soon, so she drifted into her own little daydream. Her fairytale ending, as it were was nothing like anyone had ever seen. She dreamed of it often, of the darkness, of the blood-shed, and most of all the victory. The victory that would have made daddy dearest proud, proud enough make him sit up and take notice of her for once. But alas, he was no longer here, though it didn’t mean she couldn’t do this anyway. She drifted away with thoughts of how she would kill this piss poor species in front of her.
Slowly, she decided would be this ones fate. She licked her lips greedily as she thought of tearing it limb from limb. Outer, less vital extremities first, and then piece by piece, organ by organ. The finale would involve its heart upon her horn, as she pranced gleefully round around the dying form as it took its last breath. She was so heavily aroused just thinking about it that it took her a couple of seconds to realise that the Pegasus had wandered off. “DRAT” she screeched in a high pitched, frustrated squeal. Her blood lust needed sating, and fast.
She extracted herself from the shadows and picked up her pace to a brisk trot through the forest, desperately searching for something to kill. The way she was feeling now, she wasn’t in the mood to be too fussy. She just needed a drink..
The rat showed no signs of moving on anytime soon, so she drifted into her own little daydream. Her fairytale ending, as it were was nothing like anyone had ever seen. She dreamed of it often, of the darkness, of the blood-shed, and most of all the victory. The victory that would have made daddy dearest proud, proud enough make him sit up and take notice of her for once. But alas, he was no longer here, though it didn’t mean she couldn’t do this anyway. She drifted away with thoughts of how she would kill this piss poor species in front of her.
Slowly, she decided would be this ones fate. She licked her lips greedily as she thought of tearing it limb from limb. Outer, less vital extremities first, and then piece by piece, organ by organ. The finale would involve its heart upon her horn, as she pranced gleefully round around the dying form as it took its last breath. She was so heavily aroused just thinking about it that it took her a couple of seconds to realise that the Pegasus had wandered off. “DRAT” she screeched in a high pitched, frustrated squeal. Her blood lust needed sating, and fast.
She extracted herself from the shadows and picked up her pace to a brisk trot through the forest, desperately searching for something to kill. The way she was feeling now, she wasn’t in the mood to be too fussy. She just needed a drink..
