Post by laurel on Sept 1, 2010 21:22:42 GMT -5
Her paws itched. They yearned to sink into the flank of another and the tug as it resisted her. Laurel's tongue swiped around her muzzle and she imagined the taste of blood running down her chin. Matting her fur. A shiver ran though her and she let out a growling purr. She could have never imagined how hard it would be to join a pack. All those warm bodies so close. But off limits.
She opened her silver eyes which had been closed till then and stared down into the pool of water. The moon reflected off the pond and her eyes seemed to glow. It had been a long while sense she had been wet. Faintly the thought that taking a dunk might relieve the pressure. She gulped in air and tried to suppress the thirst. Her whole body hummed with the urge to hunt.
Lifting her head she sent up a howl. A high soothing melody in an attempt to calm her frazzled nerves. She just needed some time. She could hear the bushes rustling and smell the prey but it wasn't what she wanted. What she wanted was much more challenging. More satisfying. If only she could sedate the desire to kill wolves.