"Puppy, puppy, there's a puppy," the she-wolf half sang to herself as she padded along. Just looking at her, it was such a sight to behold. She held her body up straight, tail curved in a fine beta's arc, but she herself was an odd wolf. Her body was scrawny, no bigger than an adolescent female with slightly longer legs, tiny paws and a very long tail. Her ears were large and batlike, swiveling around every few moments, eyes half-closed in mirth. Her pelt was a soft blue-green, adorned with a peacocks feather on her side. Indeed, there wasn't a puppy, but her head was filled with the little rascals. They darted and dodged in between her legs and she moved to step around the imaginary children, amused. Then her mind twisted and each one died, slowly, with a stiffening scream that echoed in her ears and she smiled, beaming. Her imagination sure was dark!



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The scarred male was busy tearing into the carcass of a wolf. It was a pup, and boy it was tender. He loved nothing more than killing puppies, and letting the parents watch more often than not. The parents of this particular creature was lucky. They hadnt been around when he had been found. His maw was matted with blood, and his fangs ripped into the flesh.

He smiled, about to tear into it some more, when he heard the soft singsong voice in the distance. Could this have been the pups mother? He grinned.. maybe she would wander up on them. If she did, she'd see her mangled son and then he would kill her too. He was reluctant, but he backed into the shadows, and waited.

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The sharp twinge of blood touched her nose and Haavi paused, feet falling still. She cocked her head to the side, almost owl-like in her appearance, large ears focusing in on the contented crunch-smack of something eating. She licked her lips, sniffed the air again. Something...wolven. This made her pause: could she have killed something just by daydreaming? With a tiny, girlish giggle, more puppy than 3-year-old adult wolfess, she slowly slinked forwards. Her pale eyes zeroed in on a large, silver-blue wolf...eating a small, bloodied pup. Lifeless. She docked her ears back and just stood there, quivering, half wanting to join him for dinner.

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He hadnt thought he had been seen. Normally he was stealthier than that.. He cursed himself, lowering his maw to bite his ankle in self punishment. He wouldnt make the same mistake again. With a growl, he stared at her. She was beautiful, not that he could understand Beauty.. He hated females, he hated males. He hated pups. Hell he hated himself, but that didnt limit his desire for self preservation.

"Get over here." He growled. Though in truth he was just as likely to kill her if she stepped to close.

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Haavi peered at him, ears pulled flat against her pointy skull as she watched him bite his own ankle. What the heck? She cocked her head, sniffing the air cautiously, but curiously. When he met her eyes, she met his boldly, noting the flagged high tail and the growl. Dominant... Slowly a smirk rose onto her lips and, on command, she slunk towards him, tip of her tail wagging slightly as she got a better look at the pup corpse.

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He growled, coming at her quickly when she stepped an inch too close to the pup he had killed. He had no intention of biting, but he was warning her. She had best watch herself.. "I said come here, not go close to my spoils.. Useless female." He growled.


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Pale eyes widening, she side-step-skittered away from the slain puppy and nearly bounced into him. She was caught between wanting to hunker down and be submissive...or arch her neck and flag her tail and show him he wasn't the boss. It was a losing battle, so she settled for 50/50. Her body sunk low to the ground, but her tail flagged high and her round ears pricked up. "Useless male," she parroted, soft, husky with innocent eyes.

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He growled, and debated the best way to handle that. To be honest his first instinct was to slit her throat, but her submission to him made him have another sort of instinct. A more primal urge.

"You have stepped into dangers lair, my dear, and as such you are my prisoner of war. Do you hear me, you dumb broad?" He asked, voice sharp. Not really giving her much room to answer. He really didnt know what fair meant either.

"You are mine."

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His. His. His. What did she think of that? Straightening herself, she flattened one ear and huffed loudly, eyeballing him. "Don't wander into the dragon's lair, else no one will rescue you," she sing-songed, heaving a weary sigh. Fearless, she met his gaze. "Don't call me dumb." She bared her teeth at him--thin muzzle, pointed fangs gleaming in the light--before she grinned. It was definitely a little...off. "Yours, yours. Then. This is mine?" Paw waved towards the pup, nose quivering.

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He snarled. "I will call you what I please. You are only alive right now because of my mercy. And now my mercy is because you have something I want. Yourself. When I tire of you, you will die." He said, and cleared his throat, standing taller. Obviously the dominant of the two. Scars marred his legs, throat, back. It was obvious he was a fighter, and he was a killer..

"I share with no female. You are lucky I dont want the little whelp anymore." He growled, and kicked the body. Was he sharing? No, but maybe.. again.. this was his mother.

"Did you birth this pup? Carry it in your belly?" He asked rather cruely.

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She plopped her butt on the ground in front of him, pouting like a child being told that he's bad. Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head at his words. No. No. No. "I don't want to die," she murmured, feeling bold, meeting his gaze though her head was lower than his, her tail clamped around a hind leg. She felt a mixture of fear and thrill, but neither one won out. Her eyes skimmed to the torn-open pup and felt nothing. Maybe a little hunger... "You kill for fun?" She swung her head back to him, demanding. "Puppies, puppies everywhere. I want puppies, a whole pack of puppies. But you'd kill them." Her brows furrowed.

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So it was hers. That would make sense. He didnt feel her lack of feeling towards the pup. her desire for pups was clear in her eyes, and he felt that was enough to condemn her as the pups mother. He grinned, and the game became all the more fun. He would mount her, claim her, and them kill her.

"I regret to inform you that you will have no more puppies. For you will die before.." He grinned and it was a dark, dark grin. "Who knows, maybe Ill get you your litter of whelps, but before they are birthed I will kill you and make a feast of all of you. That sounds absolutely delightful." He growled.

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Haavi huffed. "I will have puppies," she replied matter-of-factly, stamping a paw on the earth and lunging to her feet with brillaint speed. She wavered, standing in front of him, the look on her face...rather emotionless. Yeah, there was definitely a screw loose with this female. She flattened her ears and, had she been a cat, she might've hissed. Instead, at his growl, she trembled. Fear, excitement, panic. Puppies. Her puppies. A mother's instinct was to protect a litter of puppies, blood or no blood. She bared her fangs, then lunged at him with a rabid snarl.

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He saw her try to stand up to him. It made him smile, and he stood taller, baring his teeth at her, warning her of herself. He didnt want to have to kill her. Well, he did, but.. not right now. He had opened his mouth to speak, and she lunged at him. He braced himself, and jumped to meet her, teeth tearing at her face where he could get his maw.

"You must be stupid, crazy is one thing, but you are just. plain. stupid." He snarled.

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Haavi felt the pain blossom through her, hot and spreading like wildfire as her cheek ripped. The rush of blood pounded in her head and she jerked, skittering back on her paws with an eerie growl. He'd...bitten her. Her eyes flooded with shock, paw reaching up to survey the damage. She touched it, and it set fire to her face once more. Shivering, she panted for breath, jaws open and eyes locked on the brute. She let her gaze trail down him, thick muscle and strong legs, scars littering his pelt. As blood dripped from her face, she turned a slow smile upon the male, the tip of her tail wagging. She stepped closer, nibbling at his face, suddenly coy and gentle. "Do it again," she whispered with a whine, her body trembling.


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As soon as his teeth found her face, she pulled back and stared at him. He was rather surprised, he didnt think that one blow would stop her reign of attacks. But he didnt care. Maybe she had smartened up. That was until she walked forward, asking him to hurt her again.

"You will beg for it. And I will hurt you when I feel the need." If she wanted it, he would hold it from her. He grinned, and snapped inches from her face."Follow me, whore." He growled, kicking the body of the pup to the side. It was trash, and the earth could have it back.

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FIN