Thread: What a Sweet Dog |:Kathria x ForeverMischievous:|

The way he cared for her, and tried to remove the sheer fear running down her spine, clearly seemed to conflict with her common sense. But the Wolf, didn't seem to think anything of it. If she wished to fear him, that was her prerogative. Her own choice. This young victim had been bad for her. Had been a threat to her security. He had to be killed, so that she could be safe. But the Wolf, had not thought of the consequences. Of the family, who'd now lost a beloved child. How they would react to things. How the mangled corpse of their over pampered son, would mess with their heads. But it had on time to do anything about it tonight. It had to hide away in the forest tonight. Where it would do no harm, once the brightness of the moon, struck the nights sky. And night was approaching. But as it'd made it to the outskirts of the forest, now hidden among the trees, it could gaze back, and see the commotion now caused. A mess of feelings, springing from the families. And it all rammed down over Lulu's shoulders. The brown eyes narrowed at what they saw, and the large head was shaken in disbelief. Humankind, had truly grown that stupid? That when a Wolf dealt a fatal wound, it would be seen as a human crime!? The Wolf could feel itself grow furious, as it took it's eyes off the scene, and moved further into the forest. Tonight, he would have to hunt with the moon. And in his current state of mind, he knew the time had come. The time for him to return. A time for him, to strike fear into human kind, once more. It had grown pampered and prosperous on someone else's behalf, for too long. The month of High Moons was approaching. And humanity would feel the meaning of that, once more. That night, with Lulu in the cell, something ad stirred up in the woods. Something long forgotten. Something, carried by the loud howl of a Wolf. A howl she would no doubt hear, from the little cell she'd been given. And a night of malcontent was to follow. A night, followed by a bright red dawn, as the little city of Moditala ran red that night. Two murders.. Tonight.. And that, together with the one in the park during the day, we seem to have a growing problem... One of the officers spoke, and he leaned his hands against the Sherifs desk. The Sherif sat behind the desk, with a large cigar between his lips, gnawing lightly at it with his teeth as he grumbled. He was an old man, who'd seen many things in his time. But these murders where brutal in a way, he'd not seen in a long time. I know, Jimmy. I know. And the murders is so identical, that we can barely blame that little girl for e'm, anymore. The first one had been a bit 'eh', but now.. I'm starting to think the Lady Elizabeth has been abusing her first arrival, to blame the young girl.. We'll... The Sherif was interrupted, as the large door, leading outside, had been pushed open. Both the Sherif and deputy gazed towards the door entrance, and the Sherif sighed softly. Well, well. You again? You always seem to show up, when ever murders like these occur. Vladimir... The Sherif groaned softly, clearly not pleased with the situation. Vladimir was a loner, living in the Red Forest, where he seemed to tend to himself. He barely ever entered town, and when he did, he didn't even seem to shop or anything. Only wander. The tall man stretched his neck, as to be able to gaze bellow the black fedoran hat's shade. The tall man wore a long black trench coat, hiding most of his body, except for the face, only covered halfly in shadow, only showing the somewhat pale skin, and lightly strained lips. Yes.. Sherif... That is because you, and the rest of this police office, is completely incompetent, when it comes to animal attacks. And the city is facing.. Animal attacks. You must've realized by now? No human could inflict the type of damage open a fellow man, as the beast attacking your citizens is. Vladimir growled, with a low and almost growling voice, the slight Russian accent doing nothing to lighten the dark feel of his words. The Sherif sneered lightly, and sat up in his chair, extinguishing the cigar in a cigarette tray on the edge of the desk. I was starting to think in those lines, yes. Vladimir... But don't you come here n' tell me how to do my job. We already have a subject in custody. We're going to be questioning her later.. She has, at the least, been a witness to one of the crimes. She kept spouting 'wolf', but we tend to ensure that she's telling the tr... By what... Torturing her? Vladimir growled again, cutting him off, causing the Sherif to narrow his eyes, and pucker his lips with disdain. Vladimir just huffed in return, and head towards the entrance to the dungeon. I wish to speak with the prisoner. Alone. And if you want me to catch this wolf, and end these slaughterings, your going to keep your fat mouth shut, as to not hurt anyone... The Sherif groaned again, shifting a bit in his chair, but still remained silent, as he scratched his beard. But as Vladimir had been let in by the deputy, and the door had been closed behind him, he began to silent curse down Vladimir's name. In the Dungeon, Vladimirs slow, but sure steps, gave a silent cling to the stone hallway, as he approached the last cell on the left. He knew she was there, the moment the door to the Dungeon had been opened. The deputy hadn't even had to tell him. He would've known. And on his way down the halls, he gazed into the other empty cells. That was really all this place could manage to catch? An innocent young woman? No thieves. No -actual- murderers? What a pathetic system the humans abused. Now Lulu would be able to see Vladimirs shadow, formed from one of the living torches, burning all the way down the hallway. And finally, he reached her cell, stopping op in front of it, gazing inside with a set of brown eyes, she wouldn't be able to see, for the shadows covering them. Vladimir stared down upon her for a while, probably until she'd say something, and first then, he'd crouch down a bit, tilting his head to the side as he continued to stare. How are you feeling, little Lulu? His deep, almost cold voice uttered, without any real emotions in his expression.