[M] today is still in front of us

[Fae]

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OH YEAH!





A swell of hot pleasure poured into her body from her head to her belly as she tasted the strong flavor of blood. This was the best high she had ever experienced. It was better than anything she had ever done to bring herself relief, for with this relief came a powerful quieting of the anxiety in her mind. She didn't care for her victim to face her. He was nothing to her. She didn't want his fear and respect, she wanted his blood. As his body fell limp at the complete gravity of death, she loosed her grip on his throat, letting it ease from between her jaws. Vermilion stains covered her maw up past her eyes to her forehead, and its liquid form slid down her throat, tasting better than wine.



She was too caught up in her discovery. For those few moments she had forgotten about Anselm, who awaited her with anger she felt only when his body threw her off her kill. She could see blood in his eyes now as he bore down upon her — he was much heavier than she, a beast in comparison. Perhaps the tawny wolf was more fearful than Nala had been. Cobalt pools were suddenly wide with terror, her entire body stiff as rock and unable to react further than her front limbs could reach to push futilely into his chest. The tables had turned: Now it was her throat being torn open, her blood spurting like a gruesome fountain. His eyes were the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness and took her place among the flames.

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