04-17-2012, 05:09 PM
The black bitch was vastly amused. It bubbled through her blood like corrosive acid, eating through the days of misery she had suffered. It ate away at every weakness that had plagued her like some deadly disease as it ate away at everything that made the feisty bitch who she was. Now, the amusement boiled like living flames, devouring everything in its pathway so that she only felt that sly amusement and anticipation of a battle that would have pain. Oh the delicious pain that would come from the tearing of flesh and the splattering of blood so it stained the pelt of her opponent, her own frame and the terrain around them. One would think a female would shy away and hope to not get injured. To come out of a battle victorious, but that was not the case with this twisted female. She loved to coat her frame in the ruby liquid, to come out as wounded as possible so that she would be scarred. For scars were to be proudly shown with dignity and a crown held high. For scars told a story of a battle and your ability to come out on top, the top bitch or the top dog, if you excuse her relating wolves to their weaker counterparts. Every scar that adored her flesh, Insomnia adored. For every scarring wound she got from a opponent, she praised them and it only excited her more, in the lustful way of the flesh and the lustful way of battle. The onyx female was a confusing puzzle, but a puzzle that one could enjoy fighting with and not be afraid of her backing down. Bloody Insomnia did not earn her name on a whim. From battle or from torture or from the wicked games of her pleasure mate who she goaded into injuring her and treating her like something he could chew upon and spit out without facing the consequences of a enraged female. Of course she had one rule and one rule only when it came to those type of battles: Never aim for the face. She liked her face just how it was, and going for the face would send her into a rage. Poor fellow whoever did attack her there, for Insomnia would have no mercy.
But when she tasted this brutes blood her eyes, full of rage flickered and turned into the shy and innocent Insomnia she was. She breathed in his scent as he moved, picking up his head to respond to her voice. She sighed softly, pressing her body against his for the warmth that he brought with him. Tilting her head up to lick as his chin she sighed softly, longing still crawling in the euphoria of emotions that held her hostage. By this she meant, well, them. She cared deeply for her Shadow, more deeply than she should for although they grew up together within the pack she hardly knew him. Perhaps that was part of the allure he presented that captivated her so. He was so hard to truly capture, to hold in ones heart and understand exactly what went on in his head. She huffed in slight frustration at herself in her hopeless longing. "Shadow.....I love you my prince."
But when she tasted this brutes blood her eyes, full of rage flickered and turned into the shy and innocent Insomnia she was. She breathed in his scent as he moved, picking up his head to respond to her voice. She sighed softly, pressing her body against his for the warmth that he brought with him. Tilting her head up to lick as his chin she sighed softly, longing still crawling in the euphoria of emotions that held her hostage. By this she meant, well, them. She cared deeply for her Shadow, more deeply than she should for although they grew up together within the pack she hardly knew him. Perhaps that was part of the allure he presented that captivated her so. He was so hard to truly capture, to hold in ones heart and understand exactly what went on in his head. She huffed in slight frustration at herself in her hopeless longing. "Shadow.....I love you my prince."