Fem Fatale
That something that just sinks into your mind. Draws up images of women in black leather with guns and knives. Tough women who scream 'I can do anything I want and you can't do nothin' about it'
The master of her inner predator.
After all aren't females always more fierce than the males?
When you reach the status of Fem Fatale you are one of the top….
Well I would say dogs but we aren't. We either Lady's or we Kittens.
Saw a sticker once, "the sweetest kittens have the sharpest claws." Kinda apt ain't it.
So this chapter?
Well I'm feeling a little restless so this chapter is about accepting your inner Hunter. There is a predator in all of us. Deep down. It's in our blood, in the very marrow of our bones. Men have been trying to breed it out for years. So much so that today some women faint at the sight of blood.
Of course they didn't realize that this is two fold so we also have men who faint at the site of blood. :Sigh: They do seem to always lean ( run full tilt) towards there own destruction, unfortunately they intend to take us with them. Not while I live and breath. No way in Hades.
Good thing they didn't succeed. Oh they may have suppressed it buried it deep down. But it was still there just waiting for someone to call it, hidden deep behind your heart. Heard in the sound of your heartbeat. It dwells in the deepest recess of your soul.
Listen, can you hear it?
It's the sound of the Feral. Of that which has been tamed and chained, that which has escaped. Follow your instincts, you'll definitely have loads of fun.
Fem Fatale
The Fatal Woman.
So feared and yet so necessary. You are one of the ultimate predators.
But unlike certain males you don't go mad from it, you are in tune.
A Hunter of Hunters.
So go ahead take a walk on the wild side. Once you do you'll never want to go back.