[Kitra]

KITRA
broken crown

That's what you get for feeling, she muttered to herself, wrapping her body around the bloodied remains of a wolf - another loner, like herself, but different. This one had not been strong enough to handle her, even as she pushed and pushed and pushed until he'd given her what she wanted and more. He'd crumbled under her teeth, weakened by the peaks and valleys of her laughter.
He'd damned himself, really, by allowing the young female to woo him into her bed, her nest of knives.

Ha. Knives.

The black widow, she'd swallowed him whole, leaving nothing but the corpse of what was once him. She lay above him now, teeth churning into his flesh, occasionally spitting out wads of sooty fur. He'd been sweet, for a time. She knew he had to have been, it was something she wasn't familiar with in her birthplace. He'd let her curl up beside him as the nights grew colder, even promising to protect her from those who might seek her downfall. Hah! As if she needed protection. She was small compared to many she encountered, but she was fast. Her sharp teeth could get her out of any pickle, even the ones she created herself.

In fact, that's just what happened. They'd come squealing and whining and she'd hated it, been so confused why her body was waging war on her. These sickly spawn, born of small meals of rabbit and whatever else could be found.

Fools. Foolish. Weak. She'd devoured them and he had watched, horrified. Tried to fight her, fell to her teeth. She hadn't hesitated, even as she felt the heat leave his body. Even as she watched his eyes loll about as she shook his neck, ripping and tearing his throat from his body. She'd crushed that which had whispered sweet nothings into her ears, telling her that he would care for her til the end.

Lies. Lies. LIES.

How could one care til the end when the end came so easily, so quickly? She hadn't shared the sentiments, only caring for his heat and his attentions when she was lacking. It kept her from missing Saboro, a place she had grown bored of and escaped with the others. She hadn't smelled her parents in a long time - she was sure they'd fled as well.

Oh well. Her teeth made contact and she pulled - and the tail ripped off. She lay there, panting for a moment before beginning to work. Carefully separating the muscle and bone from the skin so she could slough it off and swallow what interested her of the meat. She found that skinning tails instead of leaving them whole allowed them to last much longer before they started to rot. Oh, how upset she'd been when her dear sister Corvette's bones had finally cracked through the decaying flesh! She'd left her tails behind, placed neatly in her crocodile-skeleton home.

She'd made a new home here, there, somewhere. For now, she was making a new start to her collection.

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