Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

@Abbadon

"Tch. It would be, yes. But I do not have the patience for those lacking in any sort of intelligence." Tzila had merely tested the waters when joining Vengeance's pack. At the time, it sounded it would be like a good fit for her. And while it was, in the sense that served as a fine outlet for her to unleash who she really was, the endless chaos was too much. She felt like she was in a three-ring circus with no ring master. Sure, she was just as savage and as ruthless as the rest of them. Just more...dignified. Not so blinded and with a one-track mind always on fighting, killing and blood. If she wanted violence, she wanted violence with depth. With a purpose woven within it.

This close, she could easily feel the warmth of his breath pushing past the hairs of her fur and onto her skin. It made her tingle. She noticed the growing look of lusty hunger in his eyes, but did not acknowledge it. Not yet. Instead she rose up to drape her forelegs over his shoulders, applying no unnecessary pressure to lead him to assume she was trying to force him down. She just rested, comfortably. "Then what will you do? I only joined this rag-tag bunch to get a taste. I'm like a parasite, you see. I take my fill and when they are worthless to me, move on." Her nose pressed close against the inside of his ear, against the thinner flesh where veins ran beneath the surface. She inhaled, as if to try and breathe in the entrapped blood there. "I ain't new to that lil game, I assure you."