she wanted - too many things. couldn't control them, felt them all slip from her grasp. one, two, three, burn, burning in forever. jaws snapping at half-thought moments of ease, of wonder, of thought. she grinned, an amused tilt of muzzle as she shivered, red pelt, seeming to shimmer, a river of blood, of fire that tied itself to her fur. oh how she wanted - coherent, precise thoughts. boredom in still features. had she turned to stone? ease forward, one step two steps. little ones beware, mama has a problem and she grinned, licked her lips, watching beyond the wolf, to a thing in her mind.

oh yes, eat, devour. thoughts of demise, her own, others. burning in hell, or perdition, or stomach. burn in her own stomach, she growled, though it was too soft to be such. a sudden unyielding thrum in the back of her throat. she would burn, glorious and immortal. sharpness, quick, uncensored. a wolf - another one. she blinked. where did she come from?

trespass. shook her head. trespass together? no no ... sin inked in blood, a puddle, a river of tears that soaked the ground. flowers - none to steep their peddles. a whiff - femme. concise - a sudden rift pushed at her, had her whine, back up, ears tilted. "who does not burn? we all burn." she whimpered, ears flat against her skull. madness instilled in her eyes, pupils losing focus. head turned away, saw little ones, crushed eyes, skulls, hearts beating in open chests. "oh my little ones, there you are," she purred, a rough burr in the back of her throat, held and stilled her.

heat! too much heat, growing. don't hurt the little ones. innocence. she shivered, the taste of young flesh eased the tightening in her stomach. memories, quick stifling, gone. fur fallen, open flesh. she purred this time, a sudden giving in to pleasure. grin of death - she looked, glared, subsided at the beast in flames. "you do burn." she said, voice bereft of accusation. she watched, watched the flames licking at flesh, at fur, muscles which did not char and crumple beneath its onslaught. "Goddess." and the sharp white muzzle closed, teeth clicked together.

business - focus, focus. she wants focus. goddess deserves worship. one nod, two ears flat against her skull. then grin, vicious and uncaring as predator rises in her eyes, burnt amber turned to vivid flames in her skull, reflective of the fire on the black wolf. "you are ash, ashes to ashes, you burn and do not die." riddles, so many riddles hidden in meaningless words. she did not outright say worship. no no, never that. she grinned again, almost a match to the black beauty shrouded in flames. oh yes, little ones will be pleased with this one. haunted, uncaring.

she shivered, even so close to the flames, her own fur brought to life, a vivid display of brightness and shadow. "keep me here." she said, voice growing gruff around the edges. let me kill here, let me die here, let me burn here, she thought, unspoken. more than blood, more than mayhem. death, flames and Goddess. yes, yes. she twitched - head snapping to the side.