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Hate…that was all he could be thought of. His name was spoken with hate, and he loved it. Every single shudder in fear ever single breath that speaks of his name in fear and worries when he would come after the name was whispered upon the winds. These where the joys that he black hearted male loved and lived for. The Sawtooth male was like the monster that every one worried about coming out from under the bed, the monster that would take the children by the hand by promising those sugars and sweets and then would never return with them. He was the monster that would take a virgin and deflower her. He would deflower her and then make her bear his children. Things like this were what Lucifer loved to do, he was not named after the Christian devil, and he was named after another God. His mother had told him before she was bludgeoned to death by a coyote male.
Seeing the female coyote there, the black male walked over to her, running his nose though the air, yes, she was a coyote. A coyote that did not live with her kind, a coyote that lived in the pack lands with wolves. She was one of Naniko’s clan members, just as he was. The male smiled, his fangs that where tinted and stained from blood shimmered in the light that was around as he inhaled the air around them. ”Oh darling what is wrong?” He laughed lowering his head down rolling the black demented head side to side as he whispered in a low pitched voice, a few octaves off from his own. ”Cinnamon puff. Wrong, what is?” He hissed with a giggle as his head jumped right back squarely upon his shoulder looking at her, the monster’s sapphire eyes shimmered down upon her. His lips watered looking at her; she had the mother’s breast, plump and full. Just right for him to suck upon them.
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