Wolves

There were wolves prowling in the dark. Howling low under their breath, trying to blend into the bleak nothing around them. A camouflage of night. She was raining sparks into the room, glitter falling from her otherwise bare face, light from the sheen of her newly washed hair gleaming with every swish of it. I watched her parade around, feet bare. She wore a twisted toe ring, the skin beneath it a greenish hue. She stepped and skipped with a carefree beauty, laughing alike a lover on a lazy Sunday morning - softly but surely, with no one to impress. There was no music. She was creating her own. Her belled anklet chiming happily with every bounce of her naked legs. Her fringed skirt mimicking her long golden hair, swishing and bouncing as she danced. 
     The wolves watched. They surveyed her with a phosphorescent gleam to their lustrous eyes. They circled round her, judging her, waiting for the perfect moment to approach. 
She extended her arms to the heavens, they curled with each other, dolphins in play, harmoniously mirroring the other's coiling movements. Bending her head back she let out a sigh as her spine clicked methodically. The wolves perked up, edging closer and closer to her undeniably haunting glamour. Growling and circling at the edge beside her they preyed. Their stalking movements contrasting drastically with her ignorant, innocent dance. 
    The sun was asleep on the outside of the marquee - the moon ablaze with a daunting silver glory- but she was marvelous within it, a child of both - the sky's illegitimate daughter. 
     I couldn't avert my gaze from her. My vision followed her every notion, every slight twitch of her breathtaking body. I watched the wolves too, from the corner of my otherwise occupied eye. They could smell her on the heavy summer air as it compressed us all. The heaven awaiting between her legs beckoning them. It mingled with the humidity and became the air, even I couldn't escape it's call. And they stood no chance, they replied with yelps and snarls. Cheers in chorus, of showy arrogance.
I didn't need to see them - I could feel their threat. I could sense their advancement, their drooling snarling mouths, teeth waiting to enter her, to rip apart her virtue. 
     I stood up from my rickety bar stool, determination on my face - my sights set on her and her alone. The magnitude of growls that greeted me turned my blood to solid matter. I felt my inards churn as i imagined my insides being ripped from my body by the majestic, starving beasts. Every murderous eye now set on me. 
    But I knew I had won, as the perfect moment would never present itself as it did not exist. We only had now. I stood before her and her attraction was undeniable even as she ceased movement and starred at me. Her youthful eyes like gateways into her flawless soul. Her small lips waiting to be kissed. Her small breasts waiting to be caressed. Her small mind waiting to be tarnished.
'May I buy you a drink?' I growled, the mightiest wolf of all. Standing tall above the rest, my victory my crown and her, my jewled prize. I was ablaze with superiority and glee. Gold showered from her entire entity as she nodded her head. The glittering rainfall of triumph. The other wolves averted their gaze, focusing on their frothing plastic cups and with a communal breath of defeat walked back to the bar - alone.