05-22-2008, 10:50 AM
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It had been surprisingly easy to throw her down to the ground. He let his hand clutch her down into the dirt. She wriggled and resisted somewhat. The scent of his blood approached as she clawed at him blindly. His other hand caught her wrist, and he kneeled down and harshly threw her around so that she lied on her stomach. He locked her arm behind her back and leaned his weight a bit over on her. Her other hand was still free to do harm to the hand and arm that still held a tight grip on her neck, but his hands were scarred already, so a few additional cuts mattered very little to him. He leaned his muzzle down to her ear. He was stronger than her, that was the unfortunate thing with being a female. She had almost managed throwing his own claws at his face by her blind arms bashing around, but he was calm and controlled and avoided it.[/html]
He let his tongue swipe over her hear, making sure his exposed hand and arm would block out her own talons from reaching his face. ”I think you will taste quite lovely, my dear.” He whispered silently into her ear, his voice warm and loving, a screaming contrast to what he was doing to her. ”Any last words you would like to share?” This time his voice was cold as death itself.