With a chuffing noise of dark pleasure, Ethan licked the blood from his lips, and wiped the excess off onto the wrist of his shirtsleeve. There was a gleam in his eyes, something purely animal, as he looked down at the trembling faerie before him. Blood streaked through the blonde hair of the quaking siren, and Ethan’s nostrils flared as he scented fear on the air.
“Pretty blonde hair with blood,” he crooned in a voice rough around the edges, almost a growl more than words. He licked his lips again, eyes taking in the mess he’d made, the torn, tattered flesh of ear that the girl was clinging to with slim hands, the gashes along her cheek. A beautiful mess, just how he liked them.
Ethan was primed to step forward again, to finish the job perhaps, when he heard a voice. His head twisted, and he sniffed the air. Someone was coming nearby, and Ethan was too smart to bring attention to himself of the wrong sort. “Today’s your lucky day,” he said with a laugh that was anything but friendly. “The next one won’t be.” His eyes glittered as he looked back at her, and then spoke out one word as a command. “Run.”
She ran.
The changeling wolf turned and sauntered in the opposite direction. All tousled hair and blood stained clothes - not his, only hers –but they were dark enough that the blood wasn’t noticeable unless you were close. That little game had been cut short, but Ethan still wanted playtime. Wanted to hunt and capture and watch prey squirm and bleed and scream.
The park seemed a good place for that – on the quieter side, and if there weren’t people, well there were birds and small animals, which proved trifling entertainments. Snacks to gulp down with bones that crunched. With silent steps he prowled into the park, sniffing the air again.
Oh. Smelled like rabbit.
With a purely predatory look twisting his mouth, Ethan followed the scent, until he found its source. A faerie boy. Who looked innocent as a dove, but more of a meal than a pretty white bird. The Wolf stalked silently, until he was almost upon him, breathing down his neck and then he made a low noise, a growl that would be amused if one spoke wolf. “Hello, lunch.”