[M] Save your breath, I will not hear

Tyko Amini · 06-27-2012, 01:16 AM

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Forward-dated to June 29. [WC: 420 | Pts: 3]

The wolf had turned into a raging lunatic over the past hour. He was calm and dandy this morning, but seemingly one of his episodes had taken over his body. His personality was a lot more careless now, and he was looking for someone to hurt. The slave was too easy to hurt, what was her name? The personality that took over Tyko’s body didn’t know, which meant it wasn’t really him in there. Tyko would have known the girl who he saved from death, but this man didn’t. He didn’t care about her, and he left her there, wherever she was.

The slave woman followed the crazed man at a safe distance. She sported a large gash to her face; the blood kept leaking down her muzzle and she kept wiping it off. She followed timidly because she had nowhere else to go but follow the man. He was sick, she knew this. She always kept a safe distance when he got like this. She witnessed many murders along their trip to these lands, one of them almost being herself, all done by Tyko’s voice. She secretly hoped he would snap back out of it before he did something else crazy.

”Leave me alone, bitch!” The voice yelled back at her, seeing her following him, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave, and she knew it, and he knew it too deep down inside in his former mind. The female that followed now attempted to hide whenever he seemed to look back, but he still knew she was there. ”Don’t you have someone else to fuck?!” He threw it over his shoulder, back at her because she was Tyko’s personal concubine and anyone else’s concubine as long as they asked first. She gave up hiding, and followed him at a slower pace with her head hung low. He would know she was there no matter what.

The male’s hormones were raging. He wanted something to fuck, himself. There was nothing around with the proper reproduction parts he needed, though. Squirrels weren’t suitable for a wolf dick. The scent of a female coyote caught the male’s nostrils, and he stopped abruptly circling around in his spot trying to pick up her scent. There was no use to it, though, it was impossible to tell where it had been coming from. It did smell like it was coming his way, and so he hid himself in the brush, cursing the coyote to conceal herself too. She did, but less willfully than usual.

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