Now the way lucrus packs are arranged there are separate hierarchies of males and females, and those hierarchies don't impinge on each other -- except...at the very top. The leader of a lucrus pack can be either male or female, but there can be only one leader. Though seemingly indifferent, the leader of Masjena's pack had noted her advancement, and, wise in the manner of a lucrus, acted to show his dominance before she was ready for the challenge.A successful hunt had captured several large. Holmes. What’s wrong?" I said, feigning interest. Probably dented her car or something. "It’s this guy I’m with. I met him last night at a club and got a ride back to his house. I fucked him, but then afterwards he started doing some strange shit that I wasn’t into. When I told him I wanted to go home, he slammed me against a wall. I finally got him calmed down by getting him drunk and he passed out on top of me as I was getting him to bed. It was only this morning that I could crawl out from. Blood pools out around thick legs. How beautiful, he thinks looking down at her. He is the painter and she is his easel. Standing over the cask of what was once a college girl the man begins to wipe blood from his trousers. This is the last moments of her life. This young woman, who hasn’t done much, is now lying and waiting for him to disrupt a quiet perfection. A scream tears through the background. Shoulders still the man turns to walk back towards the main road. The woods are dense. Trees. She was wearing an outfit so typical for her, it was practically her trademark. A simple, pleated maroon skirt hung down to her knees, meeting the white, knitted stockings that went up to the middle of her pale thighs. Over that she wore a simple white blouse with over-sized sleeves that were rolled up and bunched around the elbows of her incredibly slender arms. Despite being two years older than Mike, she was very slender and petite, making her look much younger than her brother. The little.