I've got the young money-FEAR

[arzu]

Im the kinda girl who’s got the young money, her voice filled the chambers as she circled around him, hips swaying with every beat that she made, crown dipped low as she caressed his parts, sending a shiver down his spin, makes the young money n’ spends it all night im lookin’ for a boy who’s got the young money takin’ love from me that’s what I like. Her voice once more filled the chamber as she placed nibbles along his neck. Stopping her tongue snaked out and ran along his jugular, his fun had already taken place now it was time for hers. Devious glint took its place on her features as she moved up to his hark and bit down, pulled and twisted. The sound of flesh being ripped from flesh was satisfying to her, spiting the part on the floor she raised her crown again and watched as the blood ran down the side of his crown, tongue snaked out and run along the side of his crown, she danced away from him and turned around, throwing her weight into her hind, she pushed her front half up and moved toward him, coming down on his spine, she pushed until his frame fell over. Front dagger rested on his ribs as she began to push down, the snap and popping sound was delight to her harks. Orbs rolled back has she continued her fatal dance. He was gasping for whatever air he could get, she moved up to his nape and placed tiny nibbles until she reached his jugular, clamping down she pulled and twisted. As the blood rushed into her mouth her orbs rolled back and a soft moan left her, she pulled away and moved towards his belly, listening to the gurgling breaths he was trying to take, but he couldn’t get and soon he wasn’t breathing at all, hoof ran along his barrel, letting all sorts of things spill forth, the blood was pooling on the floor. When it was over the chamber was a sight of horror, the lifeless frame that lay upon the ground gave her a satisfaction that she couldn’t explain. With a snort she turned and trotted out, blood created a path behind her as she trotted through the thick growth and towards the path she had memorized that would take her away from the crime scene, soon she broke through not caring that her muzzle and pelt was a bloody mess. Snorting she cantered across the lands, she already wanted male companionship, she was tired of all these males who weren’t experienced and couldn’t even make her scream in pleasure as they did what they did. It pissed her off more than ever, she wanted to find that one that could please her and make her want more. A cat whistle made her stop and turn to face the source as he came out, she could already tell he wasn’t worth a dime of her time and so she trotted over to him rubbed against him and turned clamping onto his neck, she took his life. Saving some poor girl from your poor abilities, she hissed glaring at the body as she moved away, more and more in a pissy mood than before. She crossed into someones land and stopped letting a call slip forth she rolled her shoulders and waited.