Blood Part II
#2 of Blood
Use discretion while reading this story! Although this story is clean, and contains no sex; be advised this story contains:
• Blood / Gore
• Excessive Violence in some parts
• Language
• Adult Content
• Suggestive Themes
"Very well," she looked me down and up, "Clean your pelt, no one in this entire pack would be willing to lick that stench off of you, not even Nyana." She looked at Nyana who smiled a crooked smirk and nodded. "Yes ma'am."
Nyana and I padded down to the icy river beside our territory. She was my mate. She was also one of my companions that storm weaker packs. You join, or work for us as slaves, or you die. There are only five of us that storm the packs, they joined us at the river, but about a quarter-mile away. Wading into the cool water I close my eyes and allow myself to get lost in thought. I feel dried bits of tissue on my body and in between my toes.
I am the most brutal of them, not afraid to get dirty. I send the message to the survivors, if you don't come, you die. I look over at Nyana, she had no blood on her at all, she is the stealthy one. Usually she returns with blood on her claws, neck, and top of her breasts. She is good at hiding the bodies if we need to. I can be stealthy as well but, my heavier weight makes me a bit louder. We wear no armor, no clothes. We show that you can not defeat us, so we don't need protection. No clothes shows that we have nothing to hide, we are what you see. No hidden weapons, pure strength. The grey color was finally beginning to return to my fur. It was nice to get the extra blood off of me, and the stench had now grown on me and I was relieved to have it washed away as well.
"Delkrie, honey, why are you so violent?" Nyana asked, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my chest.
"I.. I, uh- I guess, when I start, I can't stop." I glance guiltily at her. It scares her, I do not feel bad about what I do. But I do sense that I need to restrain myself a bit.
"They are not humans, they don't deserve to suffer as much. Even when I kill, I linger, I stay back and comfort the dying animal. Before being accepted, a wolf's thoughts should be happy, they should be able to relax." She licked my back and arched her head over my shoulder where she kissed my mouth so sweetly and gently. "They are valuable as well."
"I know," I admitted. I turned around and hugged her tightly, resting my head under her neck as she rested her head on my shoulder. "I will try."