"This way, my favoured morsel..." (Patreon)

"...A place has opened, and you are perfect to fill it."

The Tiny Hungering Vulpines like to make Pantries wherever she goes. Places to store and process her prey. A secluded place to breed and feed, often in places of comfort for her.

Most of her prey are subdued, dragged away to their new home unwillingly, snatched away in their sleep or pulled into a dark alleyway as they do their shopping. She can be fast, she can be strong, but more then anything she can be sneaky.

In her countless years of existence, she has always taken an interest in her prey. The more her victims can think, the more she is willing to engage them with her own mind. It's almost as if she tastes their soul with her interactions like fine spices, enjoying them for the person they are as well as the meat they are. Certainly, all prey are meat, but this does not mean she cannot appreciate all of their facets, savour all of their aspects, enjoy all of their tastes.

All of these learnings, all of these prey are never forgotten. While it may seem like a chance for immortality, to be remembered by the creature that consumes you for a hundred thousand years at least, few of her prey truly understand her motivations or realise that with each prey she works her words over like teeth around the mind, she learns how to ensnare her prey that much better.

True, she enjoys it when they squirm against her teeth, she loves it when they writhe under her needy bodies, but she simply adores those precious innocents that walk right into her clutches.

Come to her, she has just finished with what, or who, she was doing before you arrived. She'll be gentle, and when she's not gentle, she'll try to let you enjoy it all with a hundred needy bodies, a thousand needy teeth~

This artwork was commissioned from the fantastic GreedyGulo:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/greedygulo/