Bramblepoint five nights at freddy's

It seemed as though his tasty treat was keen to flee the scene. Ithrik's heart thrummed faster and he quickly took chase. The silver of her coat was tantalizing to his gaze, and he found it luring him through the brush and brambles that would otherwise impede on his movement. Not even the tearing at his flesh was enough to halt the thirst that he had; the thirst that she would sate if he could latch his rotten teeth to her tender flesh. Fur bristling, the devil chuckled in the back of his throat and released a sickening snarl that echoed against the bark of the nearby trees.

A cry for help was released from the girl's maw. Ithrik found the shrillness of it to be arousing. The first thing he would do is pull her tongue from her throat when he caught her. Inky limbs pulled him closer and closer and his breathing became heavy. The sharpness of his gaze was intent on the prize.