show me your teeth

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-10-2010, 10:14 PM

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Oh, she was a tiny one. Tiny and weak and worthless. A strange sort of rage rose up in Sicarus, hate and scorn for her kind and all of her sex because they were all like this. There were no women in the monastery, and for good, God-fearing reason—they were temptresses, all of them. They would pull the brothers off of their ordained path and trick them with their womanly ways; Sicarus could tell that just by looking at the back of this weakling's head. He was on top of her, on her back, in almost a sexual position—except Sicarus wasn't even thinking of it that way. It was as if someone had cut out the sexuality parts of the tawny-furred wolf's mind and stomped them to pieces on the ground; there was simply no brain center for sex within Sicarus, and he hardly ever even experienced desire anymore.

She squirmed and writhed beneath him, increasing that feeling of absolute power flowing through his veins—he'd spill her blood for sure tonight. Her claws scrabbled uselessly against the ground as she tried to crawl out from beneath him but he reached forward and grabbed the back of her head, sinking his fingers into the thick mane covering the woman's head and neck. Slowly, almost carefully, he pulled her head back, his fingers wound tightly into the other canine's fur as to still cause pain. He didn't want to jerk her head back and end up snapping her neck; it simply would not do to give this pathetic little creature a fast and painless death. Sicarus leaned over the other canine, breathing heavily with her struggle, too enthralled with his catch to even consider clamping his hand over her muzzle. It didn't matter if she screamed; she was already dead.

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