[M] - star smashed

Vesper · 10-16-2011, 09:26 PM

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Not sure where the length on this came from. <3 Anyway, this will probably be my last post for the thread. It was really interesting to write!

She should have run. She should have swallowed her goddamn pride and run when she had the chance.

But pride wasn’t the main factor keeping Vesper rooted to the spot, staring at her dark assailant. She was terrified—a state of mind she wasn’t used to. Her breathing was shallow, her limbs trembling, adrenaline alone keeping her from feeling the pain from his teeth scraping her neck or the ache of exertion from flipping his body off her. She was terrified what losing this fight what mean and terrified of the could-haves.

The coywolf stared at him with fear-dilated pupils as he rose shakily to his feet, a hellhound with face twisted in vengeance. He reeked of arousal, aggression, and blood—and she found herself taking a step back, ears lowering slightly. This feeble movement meant nothing when he leaped at her, all wrathful snarls and biting fury.

She tried to defend herself, to keep herself alive. Her defensive growls turned quickly to whimpers, and his teeth cut her in several places. Her jaws opened feebly whenever he came close enough for her to bite, but her mouth was more like a toothy catcher’s mitt than a clamp. Her body weakly shuffled out of the way as he dove down, again and again, and soon she was whining and curling in on herself to avoid the worst of the blows.

It was a first for the tawny fighter, to be beaten so severely. Perhaps she’d come close when she first attacked her father—the memory returned when pain tore across her already savaged ear—but even the worst of fights she’d been in had resulted in her either winning or still standing defiant even after she’d lost. Several wolves had knocked her aside, a whelp too intent on her pride, but they had never gone into a frenzy such as this.

The last blow came when his sharp teeth clamped down on her narrow muzzle. She winced, but this was not another fleeting blow; he held his grasp and slammed her on the forest floor. A weak shriek came from her as her already battered and bloody body hit the dirt, and she remained crouched, sucking her breath in through clenched teeth as her several wounds mingled with the scattered rocks and grass on the ground.

The stars swam above her, cold and distant, and his bronze eyes were shadowed. He stood over her and made one last remark, breathing hard from the exertion of pummeling her, and Vesper shivered as the words stung as much as any one of her multiple lacerations. However, there was the faintest hint of pride left in her—Vesper was not broken yet. I would have rather died than let you fuck me. And the fact she still had breath in her lungs was proof enough that she would be okay. She would make it, and she would never forget him.

But the loner did not dare breathe a word of her thoughts. She attempted to gather herself, pulling her paws underneath her, panting and shaking. Slowly she rose, creeping backwards as she did so, her ears flattened against her head with the left leaving a smear of blood against her skull. Hoping that he was finished, knowing that she wouldn’t have the strength for much more if he attacked again, she put more distance between them. Her tail was tucked between her legs, her fur still bristling—though small patches had been torn from her scruff from knocking him off—and while she didn’t like showing how pathetic she was, she knew that submitting appealed to the pack instinct in wolf hybrids. The weak showed respect and were left alone.

“You’d better watch your back, bastard,” Vesper hissed, her words dripping weakly from her mouth and probably hardly audible, too meek to be a threat. She spoke them as she was sidling away, and quickly she turned and coaxed the last bit of energy into her body she needed to run—once again praying he would not pursue. She looked to the sky and quickly lost sight of the heavens, but she didn’t think any map could direct her where to go next to nurse her small, beaten body.

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