Stone Circle vittorio

merrick was compelled by a daunting, dark humour. laurel's jaws flashed; blood blossomed along his cheek. merrick shoved himself backward, tongue flicking to catch the rivulet that arrived near his own mouth. red-painted teeth glinted in a maddened smile, and then the boy had danced forward, leaping toward his aunt as he grabbed for her ruff
twist her flesh rip it choke her she can't breathe —
paws clawed at the earth; merrick raved within his mind in wordless ire as he wondered to himself
would her blood taste like indra's?
the thought thrilled him with a black lust.