Born of Blood

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

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It was odd, seeing them tremble. Their necks long, bowed in submission. She could smell their tears, hear them dripping from their cheeks, the crisp leaves of autumn resting on the forest floor catching them in their brittle fingers. Their sobs, hiccups, echoing in the silent area, just beyond the perimeter of the Giant Sequoia; whispers of pleading for life, bubbling off trembling, desperate, lips.

Her stomach rolled; disgust grew in a pit in her abdomen.

Fury built like a storm in her stomach, a growl building in her throat she couldn't contain- she didn't want to contain.

She couldn't help but spit at their feet, feeling her nails grow on shaking hands. She would enjoy their deaths, she would feed on their carcasses.

This was going to be a massacre.

She would be re-born, in blood.

Highest rating:

75-werewolf 5/20/20
#1-strong female character 6/7/2020
#1- torture 6/15/2020
#3- insane 8/31/2020
#2- alpha female 1/26/2020