Mistriss_Isis
His Pet
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The shadows were thick around her. They always were at night, she seemed to suck them in, make them one with herself. Her long black hair helped her bland in with the midnight shapes of the forest, her pale skin shone white in the moonlight. This was her domain, we at least it used to be. Hunters had come through her territory and she had to kill them. So she did, drank the sweet crimson life from their very bones. But now the town was up in arms about what to do with her. Numerous search parties had not returned, and Lilith had grown fat on her own greediness.
Sitting in the crook of an old tree she watched as the night settteled into the forest. There was a new hunter she was sure, and she was sure his blood would taste just as sweet.
Sitting in the crook of an old tree she watched as the night settteled into the forest. There was a new hunter she was sure, and she was sure his blood would taste just as sweet.