"Should I get a tattoo like yours, Bestie?"

The smack of her ass was so loud that Blake successfully brought her Bestie out of her thoughts.  The Extroverted gaze looks from its owner's cold reflection towards the second reflection in the full-length mirror,  to that of her Introverted Bestie's warm reflection.  Blake's place, her Bestie's place, another sleepover going on, wearing nothing in front of the other, or wearing white or black lingerie in front of the other.  Blake's question towards her Bestie must've brought her Wolf out of her reverie more than the sound of Blake's ass being smacked.

"Tattoos aren't you, Bestie."

Their gazes meet.  Blake can tell, she can even feel it, that her Wolf has many things on her mind.  Not moving, watching her Wolf as her Wolf watches her Witch, they just gaze into each other's eyes through the mirror.  Blake was pleased with her Bestie's answer.  But her Bestie's pretty tattoos kept drawing her gaze to them, and not to mention her Wolf's choice of lingerie this time.

"And before you ask me, I don't see you with any other face.  Your chosen face and body perfectly match you."

Blake's gaze strayed away.  Blake was looking at herself some more.  What her Wolf said next brought it back to one of her desires.  Her Wolf.  They would stare at each other more, without saying a word, Blake tempted to say more.  Her Wolf is right though.  Blake looks back into the mirror, caressing her skin.  This face and body is perfect.  Her other hosts were just as perfect.  But this one, her power seems to be more with this one.

"Can I eat them now?"

Blake hears her Bestie's answer.

"No."

Blake grins.

"Are we ever going to kiss for real, Bestie?"

Answered immediately.

"No."

The Witch likes to rile up her Wolf.

"I wanna get you another tat, Bestie.  My name, my initials, my symbol."

Pause?  Glare?  Sigh?  A little smile?  Lots of annoyance?

Blake looks at her Wolf again.  Then, suddenly, a flare.  Her Bestie would be able to feel it.  Blake's hunger.  Blood, flesh, and the insatiable need to feel raw human blood down her throat.  The Cannibal's tendencies of Blake Knight growl in the pit of her tummy.  Evil acts need to be done.  It's either that, or there was another gathering of heroes about ready to try to slay or banish the Pale Night from her Bestie's world.

"Oh, Bestie, I'll definitely eat these ones.  Wanna join?"

Blake, the Witch Necromancer, powers up with power.  Her Wolf doesn't answer right away.  Blake knew her Bestie was tempted.

"I'll try to bring one back alive for you."

Blake felt the new adventuring party that came to find her got closer.  Because they dared to attack her while she was near her Bestie, the screams were extra loud this time.