Heh, sorry... but now it really does need to be mature, even if it is for other reasons? Zad is such a slut. Btw, you know I love the fleas remark.
His words hadn't forced the other male into action as Zadkiel had thought that they might. But he had recieved a nod of, what was that, ascent? Was the other actually agreeing to his suggestion? Here he had thought that a father would want to end up saving his line. Even Zadkiel,, with his love of the taste of canine flesh, wouldn't seek to harm his own. And he had some that were scattered about. Perhaps he hadn't exactly been an integral part of their lives but he would never seek ot actually harm them. No, he wanted his line to continue on. He wouldn't do anything to harm his own legacy. Actually he should probably think about adding to that again soon. Life was unpredictable and so he wanted to make certain that he had enough to carry on his line. His particular branch was special. He had been treated as if he had come from a Goddess or something and so he needed to bless his line further by making certain there were more to take over for his mother when age finally reduced her to ash.
Zad ended up grinning at the sudden suggestion and it was then that he realized that he wasn't about to be stopped. Oh ho, he had ended up finding one of those perverts that enjoyed watching. He would have to make certain to put on a memorable show for him. "Where?" The pale gold wolf asked as he dragged the blade over the flesh over the female's chest. He ended up making a small nick where the collar bone met the shoulder. "Here?" Zadkiel bent his head down to tease the small cut with his tongue, keeping his eyes lifted up to try and catch any hint of what was going on with the jackal. The gentle teasing turned into some sort of sensual sadistic display for the other male as Zadkiel made another superficial cut and slowly licked up whatever blood dribbled out to get caught in the fur.
Sudden inspiration struck Zadkiel and he reached a hand down to the woman's ankle so that he could coat a couple of his fingers in blood. He got up, leaving behind the struggling woman that was starting to show signs of fatigue from blood loss, and more slowly over to the jackal. He eased his way close to the other male, holding up his coated fingers rather than the hand that loosely held onto his knife. Zad made to hold his fingers up to the other's lips, clearly expecting him to lick and suck them clean. He shifted to try to stand so close that his fur nearly brushed against Machidael's fur. "Help?" The single word was uttered in a breathless whisper as he attempted to press the knife into the jackal's hand. Obviously Zadkiel was trying to coax a reaction from Machidael, though not one of anger this time. "Save the stomach for last. Food is in there. Have to keep her alive to keep the food alive until it is time to eat. She will tell us when it is time to eat when she begs to die." The plan was laid out simply. Machidael was free to cut and harm the woman all that he wanted to so long as he left the stomach alone and didn't kill the mutt right away. It really should be taken as an honor that Zadkiel was letting Machidael in on this since he didn't part with his weapons so easily.
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