01-18-2009, 11:24 PM
[html]just because i came to visit doesn't mean you have to hide.
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
The wolf was small and underfed, surviving on the edge of a disease that rotted it's flesh and sickened it's mind. The coyote was not much different, though his ailment was madness, fangs flashing as he tore into the creature's shoulder. He had found him all alone searching for something to eat and nibbling at the occasional spider as it scurried across the bark of a tree. Desire grew in the creature until he could contain in no more, longing for his throat and the vein that pulsed so gently within. It was almost an arousal, this desire to kill as he set his teeth on his target, ripping through his skin with a delighted noise. The wolf twisted in shock, snapping his fangs and attempting to ward off the large coyote. But he was too weak and the coyote too well practiced, moving with lightning fast motions and knowing exactly where to strike.
He screamed in horror as the coyote found his throat and buried his teeth into the hair there. The sound was horrible--a guttural, choked noise that seemed to echo off the tree trunks around them. It twisted into a trickling cough before fading into nothing. The wolf fell to the ground completely still, bleeding dark blood from its neck and eyes glassed over in death. But he wasn't finished yet. It had been a long time since the beast had eaten. And while he no longer felt the twisting pains that tore through his midsection, the being knew what he needed to do in order to continue living. Fangs parted, tearing at the wolf's flesh by his throat, ripping him apart and devouring him.
Claws resting on his shoulder, he clawed at his skin, lapping up the blood that flowed forth. He was more like a vampire than an animal, drinking the wolf's blood, further disregarding the meat and skin. And so the scene lay, with the coyote bent and crouched over the wolf he'd just killed, licking oh-so-sensually at the crimson liquid that had only moments ago pulsated through his veins when his heart had still beat.[/html]
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
The wolf was small and underfed, surviving on the edge of a disease that rotted it's flesh and sickened it's mind. The coyote was not much different, though his ailment was madness, fangs flashing as he tore into the creature's shoulder. He had found him all alone searching for something to eat and nibbling at the occasional spider as it scurried across the bark of a tree. Desire grew in the creature until he could contain in no more, longing for his throat and the vein that pulsed so gently within. It was almost an arousal, this desire to kill as he set his teeth on his target, ripping through his skin with a delighted noise. The wolf twisted in shock, snapping his fangs and attempting to ward off the large coyote. But he was too weak and the coyote too well practiced, moving with lightning fast motions and knowing exactly where to strike.
He screamed in horror as the coyote found his throat and buried his teeth into the hair there. The sound was horrible--a guttural, choked noise that seemed to echo off the tree trunks around them. It twisted into a trickling cough before fading into nothing. The wolf fell to the ground completely still, bleeding dark blood from its neck and eyes glassed over in death. But he wasn't finished yet. It had been a long time since the beast had eaten. And while he no longer felt the twisting pains that tore through his midsection, the being knew what he needed to do in order to continue living. Fangs parted, tearing at the wolf's flesh by his throat, ripping him apart and devouring him.
Claws resting on his shoulder, he clawed at his skin, lapping up the blood that flowed forth. He was more like a vampire than an animal, drinking the wolf's blood, further disregarding the meat and skin. And so the scene lay, with the coyote bent and crouched over the wolf he'd just killed, licking oh-so-sensually at the crimson liquid that had only moments ago pulsated through his veins when his heart had still beat.[/html]