Blackfeather Woods Knock knock, a demons at your door

sorry for the wait!

Green pits bored ravenously into her own, and Snake began to circle the woman, body twisting and turning almost unnaturally. Black body would weave in close, near enough that his muzzle might just barely grace the tresses of her cheek. "It iss rather beautiful, isss it not?" The obsidian beast was the one lying now. He didn't care for looks, whether it be of nature and scenery, of animals, or of women. 

When she spoke, black ears twitched. "No, darling. You do not look appetizing in the leassst." Stilted onyx legs drew him in another circle around her. "But I hunger. And I certainly wouldn't dare to harm another of my pack matesss, now would I?" Angular head tilted once again, green eyes lazily flickering up to meet hers. What the serpent said was true; he knew not to cross the lines of murdering a member of the Woods, however tempting the thought might be in his crazed, broken mind.