08-07-2012, 01:16 AM
Her scream was music, and red slid out of the wound. It drew a bright line down her face. The fur around the wound was stained bloody, too -- perhaps spatter. The rust-colored canine only grinned at her growling. His gold tooth gleamed against the pale pearl of his teeth, and he laughed. It was a deep and throaty sort of sound, more of a cackle than a true laugh. His jealousy and anger were beginning to abate, washed away by the red torrent on the side of her face.
Scare! he barked. The slim jackal was always moving, sidestepping and circling around her. He held the knife loosely, in his expert grip, and even made a show of tossing it in an arc a time or two. On the third toss, he caught the knife and -- instead of attacking with it again -- delivered a vicious kick. He aimed it for her ribs, hoping to break one of the more easily breakable bones of the body with the kick
Scare! he barked. The slim jackal was always moving, sidestepping and circling around her. He held the knife loosely, in his expert grip, and even made a show of tossing it in an arc a time or two. On the third toss, he caught the knife and -- instead of attacking with it again -- delivered a vicious kick. He aimed it for her ribs, hoping to break one of the more easily breakable bones of the body with the kick