09-05-2008, 09:55 AM
[html]mall-caps;color:#880000;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;">seven for a secret, never to be told
He didn't know, he could only guess—hurling words at the she-yote in his anger. Her fear caused his aggression to spark further, hating the fact she didn't want him, and hating the fact she was afraid. Samael was used to whores with their legs spread wide, getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The only person he wanted most, and the only person he'd never dared approach was his mother. All the others meant nothing. But for this girl to turn him away? What was she anyway? She was some little brat that'd stolen his mother away in the first place, leaving him only able to love her from afar, no longer held tightly in her embrace. These feelings from a year before resurfaced, emerging in a snarl from the coyote's lips. "Then how is it?" the Prince asked, grasp still held tightly on her arm, seemingly uncaring if he hurt her any longer.[/html]
He didn't know, he could only guess—hurling words at the she-yote in his anger. Her fear caused his aggression to spark further, hating the fact she didn't want him, and hating the fact she was afraid. Samael was used to whores with their legs spread wide, getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The only person he wanted most, and the only person he'd never dared approach was his mother. All the others meant nothing. But for this girl to turn him away? What was she anyway? She was some little brat that'd stolen his mother away in the first place, leaving him only able to love her from afar, no longer held tightly in her embrace. These feelings from a year before resurfaced, emerging in a snarl from the coyote's lips. "Then how is it?" the Prince asked, grasp still held tightly on her arm, seemingly uncaring if he hurt her any longer.[/html]