Predatory Femininity

Long black hair guards the border of the waterways — there she waits.
Skin the colour of ocean mud, moles stipple her frame like rocks in sand.
Scents thick of salt, cloying the air.
Her eyes peer from the surface scleras of oceanic depth, blue and black in colour.
She crouches her frame hungrily. She waits.

Her body spirals in the sea, fragments of bone blistering through temples, cornets adorning whilst blood trickles down her face, thrusting to the tip of her tongue she cannot wait much longer.

Omahksoyisksiksinacurls closer to her tail, stomach acid bubbling to her tonsils, saliva wet at the thought of a weightful jaw.
She widens her jowls, pointed tails brim her lips while hunger saturates her senses. 

Abandon all sense of self!

Her tail teases as prey, just before she bites, appears a

Niitsitapi. (Human)

Niitsitapi! Niitsitapi! Niitsitapi! 

Omahksoyisksiksina cries. 

Her hum rumbles the water’s surface, tantalizing the plants nearby, swaying into the girl’s vision. The lake’s dark border of flowers sways, transfixing her gaze. The taupe complexion of ocean mud draws her in, gathering stones in her fingertips, salty-sweet smell of water guiding her to blue orbs upon the lake’s surface.

Senses deepen, taking in all before her. She traces scleras to the creature’s horns. She follows the ruby, flowing from horn to jaw. 

Her feet sink into sand, fingertips claw her palm trying to reach the grass she stood upon before the ocean view. Confusion is eaten by consternation as a figure shoots above the water’s surface.

Omahksoyisksiksina! Omahksoyisksiksina! Omahksoyisksiksina! 

Niitsitapi cries, frame now coiled by Omahksoyisksiksina. 

Omahksoyisksiksina’s jaw unhinges, rows of edged teeth exposed, an arrowhead tongue. The wider her mouth expands the larger she looks, eyes engorged with anticipation and hunger. 

Omahksoyisksiksina taunts Niits’ frame, lapping girl skin, breaking its surface, pooling blood in needle-point droplets.

Omahksoyisksiksina plays with Niits’ features, dragging serrated tongue through eye sockets, the web of her hands. Girl compliant in the torture, Omahksoyisksiksina slithers ringlets around her prey.

Bones break within Omahksoyisksiksina’s grasp, protruding from Niits’ frame, blood spewing. Scent thick. Conscience gone. 

Omahksoyisksiksina’s tail curls to the edge of her mouth, enraptured by the sullied frame of the girl. Niits’ blood warms cold snakeskin, easing hope for the monster. Do you feel regret for your mercilessness? 

The finale of feeding, the taunting and teasing abandoned. Omahksoyisksiksina enshrines the remains in the corners of her jaw, gnawing at the tenderly feared flesh, separating meat from bones, swallowing both all the same. 

Satiated. Omahksoyisksiksina licks the leftovers, bloodlust settles in her gut, heart-full. 

Omahksoyisksiksina coils beneath the surface. Hair relines to the ocean’s border. Her scent softens, her eyes settle. She is now resting. Stilled and slowed. She waits.