She had no idea of the existence of his thoughts of desirability: if she had, it would have been all the cue she'd needed to instigate her own version of them in reality. But she didn't feel beautiful - with lust for blood lighting her green eyes in a now-crimson visage, she was a technicolour monster: her seemingly enormous body sprawled upon the dead animal, a strange contrast of its light and delicate body laying the foundations for her muscular bulk. She pushed herself into a half-crouch as Shandom came, not wishing to look too much as though she was feeling possessive of the deer when he'd done at least half the work. Still, it was her face soaked in the blood and she could not help but savour the moment - the first time her teeth alone had caught and slaughtered a beast so large, the thrill of the chase still sending shivers down her. She got up fully though, as he spoke, and backed off, suddenly seeming the youthful, playful Caprica again as she laid back her ears and curved her tail from side to side playfully. This form really was good fun - why didn't she use it more? "Aw, honey, you did as much as I. We'll start together," she said, but could not really last the temptation of the meat much longer and plunged her jaws into a haunch, ripping it loose. All she could do was stop mid-motion, with her head on the haunch on the ground and her eyes upturned, hawklike observing him - the moment he began, she would too, and then she would have total satisfaction - at least, of one kind.
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