Psychos and Cannibals ;OH MY; [Senta/Open]

[Bane]

The dark female was rolling around in the blood of her latest victim. The sweet, sticky liquid felt refreshing against her pelt. Her tongue hung limp from the side of her mouth as she enjoyed her bloody bath. It had been days since she had been able to find suitable prey. All of the creatures living in this area were too small, the blood barely covering over her toes. This coyote had been a great catch to make, and oh so simple with it's tiny little brain. The canine had no idea what her intentions had been, was completely oblivious to her desire for his blood. All of this was to her advantage, making the kill all the more easy. Her fangs tore into his flesh ruthlessly, her claws ripping at his skin. There was barely a fight to be had, the coyote so easily overpowered by the fierce shewolf. His death had brought her joy, had satiated her urge, and now gave her what she had been craving. Her red pelt soaked to her skin as she rolled in the pool of blood from her kill. If she were a feline she would be purring with happiness at this point.

Once her body was sufficiently coated with the blood of another, Bane got to her feet and merely stood enjoying the feel. Her green eyes closed as she focused on nothing but the feel of the blood soaking deeper into her fur. The feel of drops sliding down her body slowly. Her slender body shook with excitement, jaws parting to release a sigh of contentment. There was nothing better then enjoying a new kill. This was what she lived for, she was bred for this. Opening her green orbs, the shewolf peered out into the desert. Her black tipped ears perked up and she growled softly. Now that she had gotten her fill of the creature's death, it was time for her to move on. She had come to these lands for a reason, to seek out the alpha female. Word was that the wolves upon these lands were vile, evil creatures. Perfect companions for a devil like herself. Although she was still unsure of their cannibalism, she herself never having actually eaten her own kind. Bane had killed many wolves in her time, but only to use their blood for her twisted enjoyment. She had never considered actually eating the meat on their bodies. However, the idea was not revolting, and actually would be considerable to try.

With another growl, the red female took the leg of the coyote in her teeth and drug it the one hundred yards to where the borders of the pack lands lay. She dropped the carcass at the border, lowering her nose and sniffing carefully. Not only was there the scent of a female, but a male as well. It seemed the alpha female had possibly taken a mate, how interesting. Her lips curled into a devious smirk and then femme lifted her snout to the sky. She let out a song, short and sweet, a calling to the alpha. No particular alpha really, whichever decided to come would do. Not that she would wait for long at these borders, being a very impatient and typically crude female. After sitting in the sun, the blood now drying to her pelt, she grew uncomfortable. Waiting for the alpha was out of the question, she decided, grabbing the carcass and dragging it upon the pack lands. She carried the body as far as she could until finally a large shrub provided some shade. Dropping the leg, the shewolf sat beside the bush, panting softly. She would wait a few moments longer for the alpha before venturing farther into the lands once more.

[Senta]

If Cannibal were here, she would have made him go out to greet this stranger. And more than likely have him run the wolf off. She didn’t want to deal with any new pack members right now. Her pregnancy, while still in the fairly early stages, was causing her some discomfort. But such was to be expected for her first one. The femme was finally beginning to show; her sides were bulging out more and she was walking a little awkwardly as she grew accustomed to the extra weight. Grumbling her distaste for the task at hand, Senta padded through the hot sands. The only good thing about what she was doing was maybe she’d have someone to talk to other than her irritating mate. Wait. She didn’t really think that… Did she? It was so confusing these days. Her hormones were causing her to do all sorts of things she didn’t usually do. Like confessing her, gack, love for Cannibal. The thought made her want to vomit. Such sappiness was below her. Her mate didn’t need to know that sort of thing. At all. Ever.

Sighing, the Alphess sent out a howl letting the stranger know she was coming. It was a laborious process. Padding up one sand dune, just to descend on the other side. She was glad she had lived her for some time; the first few days were always the most awkward. The sand was always shifting and you had to rely on a good sense of direction to get you around instead of land markers like in most packs. Her stomach growled as she walked, alerting her to her hunger. She was aware of it, of course, but she hoped to be able to ignore it as long as possible. She and her darling mate had had another spat and he had gone off to hunt. Again. That seemed to be the pattern since she became pregnant. Fight, mate runs off, comes back, repeat! How she tired of the endless cycle between the two of them! Senta feared that it wouldn’t stop until she could either control her new found temper or until she gave birth. And then there was the fact of not all of the pups she was carrying were her mate’s. Sigh. She would have to tell him about that eventually.

Before too much longer, Senta happened upon a wolf under one of the numerous scrub bushes that littered the territory. A she-wolf, by the looks of the body, but one could never be too certain. She had seen some odd wolves in her time. Pinning her ears back against her skull, the ivory essa narrowed her bright azure eyes and snarled. This she-wolf was in her territory. With a coyote’s carcass. What kind of wolf was this to hunt upon another’s territory?

“Why are you here?” she asked brusquely. “I do not take kindly to my lands being hunted on, much less intruded upon.” As she waited for a response, the Alphess sat down on the hot sands and kicked her feet out to the side. Since becoming pregnant Senta had found that this position was much more comfortable, though would probably become impossible after she was too far along. So many things to think about, but only one thing was important. This strange crimson and pitch female in her territory.