Bleed It Out

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Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed. Give it away, let me have it, let me suckle your pity strength! You were weak, you had no right to live. . . You didn't deserve that. But I, oh I will make something of you. Remember that, you weak fool. Remember as you burn in hell your flesh went to a worthy cause! You stupid dead burden,m be glad you're gone. For, I will make you into something of true beauty.

I ripped into the flesh of the deer, the poor bastard didn't need his life anymore. Blood stained my muzzle as I ate into it with a smirk, and my teeth shedding a red hue that any would love. However, this wasn't good enough for me. . . . Looking around with hungry eyes, I let my tongue roll from my mouth, as I panted. Boredom was a disgrace to my pure blood, and just as I went down to eat once more, I smirked and cackled with a joyous malice.

Slowly I felt my teeth reach bone, as I began to tear the front leg off. I tossed it into the ocean, and watched the red eat away the black from the night. I bent my head to the water, and drank the tainted liquid. So demented of me. . . . Oh well. Who would give a damn? For, no one was around. And why would I care if one were watching. With an idea at hand, I went back to the carcass.

Ripping the back leg, I began to chew and then found bone. With a blood stained muzzle, I tossed the leg feet from me. Let this be warning to any watchers! Cross my paths, you will not have it easy.







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She said he so sweet
I wanna lick the wrapper

And she, she licked me
Like a lollipop
Like a lollipop

Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps

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A chuckle was heard first, and then the brute was seen as he slowly slipped from the shadows. He smelled of the Order, so apparently he was part of the pack. Or close to it. His gold eyes glanced over the fae, and her kill. He then glanced over toward the water that was tainted with the blood. An amused look flashed through his optics as he looked back to her once more. His canvas was painted with the most brilliant array of browns, tans, and whites. His long lean muzzle held a smirk that could be compared to a demons smile. He wasn't sure what had come over him today, but something had.
Let this be warning to any watchers! Cross my paths, you will not have it easy.

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What's that supposed to mean, femmora? He said with an amused tone, his optics glancing over her, and then darting to the deer again. That's not going to happen to me, is it? he asked, as he tilted his head to the side, inquiring her. He rolled back on his haunches, and made himself comfortable. Clearly, he wasn't that much disturbed by the blood that was smeared on her face, or the tainted water, or the leg that laid separated in front of her. He lifted his gaze that was twinkling with amusement, and glanced over her.[/blockquote][/size][/color]