I slunk into the lands. tawny pelt taught upon my muscular bodice. chassis was held low to the hearth as i snuck around down wind. the scent of equine entered my nares and my hunger rose a bit. i grinned malicously. disturbing lime orbs glowed with lust, the lust for what you might ask? shut the fuck up and pay attention! if you listen you'll find out damn. ahem...the lust was for blood. there ya whinny bastards, theres your answer. have i gotten your attention yet? good, now stay glued to me.

My paws stepped lightly upon the dirt ground. razor black claws were unsheathed, they dug into the litho without any effort. they were sharp, very very sharp. a dark expression was spread across my features. grin was replaced witha sinister sneer. low growl rose up in my vocals. large fangs were showed. have i still got your attention? congratulations dumb fuck! i don't have to kill you so far. ok ok as i was saying...i snucck up, around a hundred yards from the equine. a bush camoflouged from their sight and the wind swept my scent away from them. i spotted two of them. a large dark one and a small one. both males. hmm smells like some fun to me eh?

I licked my chops, waiting for the right moment. i worked out my shoulder blades, easing them, preparing them for a fight. ok, plan. i plan it out. who here doesn't plan it out? you? you don't? pity, you dick. psh pity. hell no. pity is the worst fucking emotion, then its love. pity, if only i could spit on the very person who created it, i'd rip them to fuckin shreds and murder who invented love. pathetic wastes of space. ahem. back to this. planning the attack. i know very well the small would get frightened and the large would try to defend the small. so, this is how it goes...i scary the small into telling the large, the large comes for me, which i then bring down and then turn to the small. a snack for later i guess. why leave survivors? good good plan don't ya think? so if you made it this far, then i'm happy for you. not! happy is the third worst emotion. the only happy i get is in killing and scaring. now. to wait...

Organ crashed against every rib the mare's worthless carcass possessed as he spoke. His words had an edge to them, defining what he stood for even though they were as simple as assessing the morning. As I have told you before, by one look into those hollow visionaries you can tell just exactly how my homewrecker is feeling. You see at this point, her passion, still there, her honesty, still there. But something new, not unfamiliar with Riot, in fact the little buckskin had grown quite fond of the disheartening sensation as it seeped into those large eyes. It fell down her throat, puncturing anything it hit as it sunk into the placid depths of her heart. It clutched it between two gray clammy hands of steel, and squeezed as hard as its being would allow. So what could this be? Pain.

So upon this pain entering her, what triggered it? Scents. The soft scent of Demolition, smothered by Evanescence's. It killed her, ate her alive in the least. Tore at her, and pulled at her, like a lupine would its kill. Only difference between her and the kill was, she was alive and would not be taken down that easily. However there was only one thing in this chaotic world that surpassed her profoundly tender emotion she held for this black stag, and that was her trust and faith in him. Of course she knows he has spent time with this Demolition upon her appearance into DD. Despite the fact that this knowledge hides behind everything else, even her desolate memories cowering in the shadows. Evanescence has a power, a power over my Riot. He holds something very near and very dear to her. If he chose to replace it, to rip it, chew it, tear it, it would be his to do so, and the only unfortunate thing about that is...Riot could do nothing to stop him.

Lips parted revealing rusty vocals that fell more than flew into life, For some I suppose. Deathening ill look turned upon Evanescence, it was a look of dread and even an idiotic moron would know by one glimpse what she spoke of. She didn't speak of this morning, nor how nice it is. She spoke of something entirely different. However her attention drew from herself to where Derelict's presence had fell to, nares scented the wind, his soft pure innocent scent was not wafting upon it and this alarmed her, alarmed her to a point of a desperate neigh, that held feriocity in it, warning to those who would dare lay one hand on her little Derelict.

I sickly grinned as the little runt ran off to his big bad daddy. whats he gonna do? eat me? fucking carnivore equine, still don't have shit on me. a snarl was set within my vocals. a flicker of death was set a flame in my venomous green opticals. lips curled up, large 4in. canines were bared. i, being a cougar can't roar but what cougar can do is yell. weird i know but true. and buddy, hey buddy ya listenin? put the fuckin sandwich down you fatass and pay attention before i rip that double chin right off your neck! get it? got it? good. now as i was tellin you ignorant bastards. i could scream, almost like a roar but it had a more eerie ring in it, something that would haunt your worthless fucking nightmares. just to give them a taste of what they're against i let out a horrific and deathly scream, something that would make anys blood churn, bones shake and heart stop.

Still here? good cunt. i slithered in the shadows. orbs pierced the terra, taking it all in. death recked in these lands, along with love. i retorted at the faggish scent of love. pussies. the sun was rising, illuminating the lands, they recked in my highly sensitive nostrils. but thats because im a heartless bitch. dead rodents littered in places none dared look besides yours truely. the silence was enough to gie any a migrain. this shit hole had all the charm of a dead whore.

I continued up my path, weaving in and out of sight, just giving mere glimpses of my terrifying self. ya know what, if you bastards are payin attention then good for yous. cus its getting good now. i cut the head games and slipped out into the open, i was eight feet long and one hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle. disturbing green orbs locked the oerly protective and foolishly inlove wuss. he is tall, but i could jump over him, no lie. but why do acrobatics when i could just kill him, his son and his love? yes love is deadly. and whats worse? being in love and being paranoid. now knowing you have a predator stalking your home, potential death to your loved ones. tisk tisk, mean old putty tat ain't i? i grinned malicously. lets play some games.

I stalked up, leaving around thirty feet between us. just enough room eh? his words hit my audits long before this moment, before i screamed, just a little after his bitch son ran away. should i do him the favor of replying? maybe. maybe not. a deadly, haunting look played across my facade, waiting, waiting for the right moment. there was a long pause of silence, beast againat bitch, him being the bitch of course. then finally tones flowed from my menacing vocals. there was a tone in them, under the deadly venomus tones there was another, another..but what? teasing? no taunting? maybe. what? oh i know dumbshits. playfulness. deadly playfulness. the kind where you're a six year old dumbfuck with a gas can in your hand, i being the other kid, has a lit match in the other. a game of deciet. do i throw the match? watch you burn? or let it flicker to the end? you decide. though i doubt your simple, short attention spanned asses could manage to do.

"Aww now where's the fun in that? and sorry to tell you you idiotic dickwad, if you haen't looked at youe precious little son i already have. now ready to play?"

A dark and delivish laugh was emitted from my poisonous vocals. large fangs shone. my haunting green orbs shone with hunger and blood lust. a sickly grin bore over my velvets. then without warning i lept. i lept eighteen feet high, and thirty-one feet across. assuring i would make my target. razors unsheated and fangs aimed. my claws looked to dig deep into his back, maybe scraping a bone or two. fangs aimed fornot hi nape, everyone looks to aim there. i aimed for the side of his shoulder blade. looking to pierce the flesh and rip it. all i know is i landed on the brute. everything went in a flash. my claws felt something whether it was a tree limb hanging out of him. i was unsure of at the moment. ready for the fight of your life?

Fucking fucker. Lithe cougar fell from the underbrush and voluntarily the mare's demeanor turned sinister. Enamels were bared as Derelict flew to the scene. I would die for him, in a puddle of my own blood. I would drown in it for him. Audit twitched slightly, hollow visionaries alive with fierceness, stayed glued to the cougar and it would take much more than Evan's words to peel them from the brown misfortune. My pride crawled up my throat, but as I glanced over to my precious gift I knew that it would just have to make its way back down. I nodded, solemnly in the least, but this time pride didn't mean a thing. I stepped forward, keeping my bulky stature between Derelict and the cougar at all times. A snarled was ripped from my chest as I passed her, rough lips were curled back maliciously from my grungy enamels. Tassels strewn across my serpentine and poll. I would kill that motherfucker.

Chord lashed uneasily against the little mare's hocks, drawing blood. Organ ached with pain at having to walk away from such a confrontation, but as those cracked visionaries fell across Derelict she pushed it all back down her throat, and for him she would just have to choke on it. Brown heap flew through the air, and without thinking the demonessa spun around staring in shock as it latched upon Evan's hide. She reached out, but knew that as soon as she stepped forward the cougar would drag Derelict into the bushes. Torn between the two that gave her this life, she stayed put. Evan was a big boy, he could handle himself. Finally he slung the cougar from him, spitting at us to leave. Audits flattened and I nosed Derelict. I didn't like this, not one little fucking bit.