-Shane stepped back and surveyed the work she had done on the room. Dexter had done the soundproofing and locking mechanisms to make sure that nothing would be able to break out and Shane had kindly made the bare room just a bit more liveable. Even threw in a few chew toys in case what came out of Nori was more leopard than snake and wanted a ball to bat around. The snake queen was cooing almost like an expectant mother. This was after all the closest she had ever come to procreation, and in truth she still wasn't sure how the blood transfer would work out.-
-Soon. The promise lay thick in the air as each day passed and she felt that darkness in the small asian rising. Soon. A hiss and a promise from the slumbering serpant coiled in Nori's belly. Shane could feel it growing and it made her hungry for another creature of power in her nest. The look in her depthless black eyes was almost lustful as she turned to leave the room to find Nori. The girl might object to being locked away, but it was for the best.-
-Pulling her cellphone from the waistband of her black leather pants she flipped it open and dialed the number for Omerta to try to reach Deliverance. It rang several times and finally connected with an answering machine. As she left the message Shane leaned back and let the roundness of her ass push the door closed behind her.-
"Deli. It'ssss Ssssshane. I have a little missssion for you buttercup. Our little Nori'sssss about to hit puberty and sssshe'ssss going to need ssssome sssusstenance. Take Harley with you if you want and bring home ssssome bacon."
-No doubt the woman would get her Queens drift. She wanted Nori to get used to killing in her new form, whatever form that might be. And human was the best way to start out. Deliverence could make Harley go with, or do the job herself, but either way Shane expected something yummy to be delivered to Nori's little room in the next day or so. Now to find the belle of the ball. Moving through the skate park she went in search of the monster in question.-
One could claim that she was completely mad now, at least just by looking at her. The false extension she had used under the cover of the ruse of the Church escapade had grown out and in her impatience she had cut them out. Her hair was seemingly growing at an exceptional length of late and it seemed to piss her off to no end. The tempation to shave it compeletely off had crossed her mind time and time again, but then again, why would she want to look like a skinny penis. So she endured, throwing it up in a ponytail or back into a bun, anything that kept it off her face.
Face was buried in the fridge, or at least most of her head was. She surveyed the tupperware containers full of chuncks of meat and other squishy things. But it was cold, she didn't want something cold. She wanted something warm and coppery. Shoving the door shut enough to rattle the few bottles on the door she turned grummbling to herself. It was new to her, this hunger, this hunger that felt more like starvation. Chewing at the inside of her cheek she stood looking around the newly clean kitchen before she licked her lips. The draw not two feet away housed many of the simple cutting tools and it would take just a few steps to get it and wander outside to the skaters that had slowly trickled into the skate park. She was very sure she could tempt one of them with a flash of tit and ass and then, well then she could play.
Pain seemed to be a common enough sensation of late, pain that she ignored as best she could. The coldness and the heat still waged war within her sickly thin frame, trying to beat out the other side. The pain at times was blinding, but it was none the less ignored. What ever was coming was going to be one hell of a ride.
She looked up as Shane passed the kitchen then came back in. She stared at the Kadra with a deep admiration, she was her dark goddess. Her destoryer, her giver of life.
"I wish we had something fresher then what's in the fridge."