05-09-2010, 01:05 PM
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slight pp, i hope it's okay?[/html]
Fae did not know if Nala was actually retarded or not; in fact, she thought that perhaps he wasn't so much stupid as he was naive, unthinking of the consequences of his words and actions. His eyes were bright and there was life in him, life that she now wished to exhaust. What a pathetic girl she was, to extinguish such a potential for learning and fulfilling the world, but she so thirsted for blood that she was blind to the mistake she was about to make.
All the while she was feeling the anger build from the yellow canine. He did not appreciate her trespassing, she expected. Oh well. She only wanted Nala to attack her, to feel her teeth in his skin. The moment finally came, Nala springing from his place with the suddenness of a hawk's dive. He had surprising momentum, knocking her off balance and sending them both a tumbling heap of fur and limbs down the hill Fae had just ascended. As they fell, she put herself on alert, preparing for any advantage she might gain from his hasty attack. And what an advantage she procured. They landed, her larger frame upon his; she anchored her paws to the earth, letting her weight fall upon his smaller body. Her bloodshot eyes found his — this had been so very quick, but it mattered not. She had what she wanted.
Fae dove right for his throat, not wishing to tarry any more. Her teeth gripped the main pipe, a thick band of flesh beneath his skin and fur, and she pulled with all her might. Now, to wait for the delicious fountain of blood.