Snippet #1922012

Two years since Little Red and Big Bad had taken the grandmother for all the meat and blood she was worth. Only two years. Big Bad couldn't help but feel as though Little Red had always been...different. The new lifestyle suited the young, red cloaked lass, and there was no doubt in Big Bad's mind that she would do well among his kind. Big Bad was a tough, cocksure and quiet hunter of he night, but, as cliche as he knew it sounded, there was soft spot there for the female cannibal known as Little Red. She was pretty, but that was just an exceptional bonus; Little Red was also skilled, clever, talented and many, many other things that he could have listed.

There was not a single noise that passed Big Bad's lips as he witnessed the skillful, but awful slaughter of one rather cocky werewolf, and the separation of vital components in Gust's wrists. Big Bad preferred to sit here, near Little Red, in his powerful, stealthy wolf form. The jet black fur was perfect for lurking in the shadows cast by the trees. At the suggestion of what could turn into a fur fight, Big Bad rose slowly to his feet and walked out of said shadows, standing a short distance away from Little Red and Gust. "And this can stop right now. Little Red, come," he ordered. His voice was deep and slow, with deliberate annunciation of each and every letter. Without waiting for the girl's reply, Big Bad turned and walked slowly away from the mini-carnage, his long, thick tail swaying as he walked.

"Red, I hate to ask this of you, but it seems that you are killing a lot of our kind. I know that they deserve it, hell, most of us deserve to be slaughtered. However, by that means...." he paused and stopped, turning his beady, glowing eyes to look at Little Red, "...so do you."