03-18-2010, 07:42 AM
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. I'm sorry this post sucks, I haven't had much experience with fight threads.
His reaction was pitiful. Fae felt sorry for him, such a small creature wishing to prove himself. His words were shouted adamantly, willing her to believe what he said with every harsh syllable. Her conscience washed her with a slightly sick feeling, wondering if he was so hurt by her words because he'd been called stupid before, many times in his life; surely he had. He definitely came across as a less intelligent creature. With honey eyes narrowed he crossed the invisible borderline, her ticket to attacking him. But now, she reasoned, it was her duty to fight him off. Empathy had no place here.
With his slender form against the ground, he appeared desperately small, and desperately easy. Fae knew suddenly that she could easily kill him, being stronger and larger. But that wasn't what she wanted to do; she wanted to hurt him, and she wanted to make him leave. Shaking away the last bit of hesitancy with a snarl taking place, the woman leaned toward him, quick as a snake, and grabbed his needle-like maw between her fangs, holding fast against the struggle he would likely display. The power she held in that moment gave her such a rush as she'd never felt before, on any drug.
. I'm sorry this post sucks, I haven't had much experience with fight threads. His reaction was pitiful. Fae felt sorry for him, such a small creature wishing to prove himself. His words were shouted adamantly, willing her to believe what he said with every harsh syllable. Her conscience washed her with a slightly sick feeling, wondering if he was so hurt by her words because he'd been called stupid before, many times in his life; surely he had. He definitely came across as a less intelligent creature. With honey eyes narrowed he crossed the invisible borderline, her ticket to attacking him. But now, she reasoned, it was her duty to fight him off. Empathy had no place here.
With his slender form against the ground, he appeared desperately small, and desperately easy. Fae knew suddenly that she could easily kill him, being stronger and larger. But that wasn't what she wanted to do; she wanted to hurt him, and she wanted to make him leave. Shaking away the last bit of hesitancy with a snarl taking place, the woman leaned toward him, quick as a snake, and grabbed his needle-like maw between her fangs, holding fast against the struggle he would likely display. The power she held in that moment gave her such a rush as she'd never felt before, on any drug.