the queen of carthage

Shandom Qi'Vaex · 01-18-2012, 08:37 PM

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SHORT.

Word Count: 317+

As expected, it did not take long for Caprica to slay the doe. Shandom suspected, with the shadow of a smirk on his face, that it had not been entirely finesse that led them to the kill. As she'd said before, Caprica was not an instinctive hunter; her style of food gathering had mostly been of the strange humanized sort, hence this whole affair. Still, though, the white man could tell she still had some wolfish, natural instincts within her. Really, he was being unfair. She seemed plenty wolfish now, soaked as she was in crimson blood, and she'd looked downright sexy going after the throat of the vulnerable doe. The white man was typically the sort to simply turn on the flirt in order to increase the chances of ravaging the woman, but there was something about Caprica that caused him to draw back and, perhaps, consider his moves a bit more.

She was collapsed upon it, apparently not expecting the quick decline of the creature, and Shandom, now significantly more relaxed, trotted towards her with a rather unmanly giggle. Red suits you, he commented, drawing next to the kill and the woman atop it. You did a good job. It seems sufficiently dead, at least, and that's all that matters. It hadn't taken long for the doe to die, once its jugular was cut. A matter of seconds, really, which was all for the best in the grand scheme of things. Causing undue hurt and pain, regardless of the lowly status of the creature, would not please the Gods.

Pools of saliva welled in his mouth, but Shandom knew the appropriate and polite step would be to wait for Caprica to eat first, as she had delivered the fatal blow. Still, he wanted her to hurry up and get on with it. Eat, please, Miss Caprica. It is your right, of course.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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