05-09-2008, 08:49 AM
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Connor relaxed slightly, letting himself breathe deeply. If the wolf wanted to forget the past, that was fine with him, though a small grin threatened to form as he remembered the circumstances of their last meeting. He closed one eye and remembered the feel of the cold metal under his paw, the scent of pack around him, the warm flowing liquid rushing across his chest, a sharp pain as Lubomir's teeth found their mark. It was a memory that filled Connor with longing, for his missing pack, and for the warmth and taste of fresh blood again.
Connor shook his head as he realised he could not afford to go down that route again. As much as he'd like to finish the job he started all those years ago, he couldn't afford to. He dug his claws into his sides to draw blood, the brief pain cutting through the temptation of tearing the throat out of the wolf in front of him, helping him regain control. He couldn't spoil what he had just found.
He walked up to the wolf slowly, a practiced stride to move by his side, and lifted his paw to cup the other's face. He caressed Lubomir's cheek almost lovingly, leaving a small trail of his blood behind, leaning in to whisper into the other's ear. "A long time since we last met, Lubomir, a long time since I killed you, at least I thought."
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Connor relaxed slightly, letting himself breathe deeply. If the wolf wanted to forget the past, that was fine with him, though a small grin threatened to form as he remembered the circumstances of their last meeting. He closed one eye and remembered the feel of the cold metal under his paw, the scent of pack around him, the warm flowing liquid rushing across his chest, a sharp pain as Lubomir's teeth found their mark. It was a memory that filled Connor with longing, for his missing pack, and for the warmth and taste of fresh blood again.
Connor shook his head as he realised he could not afford to go down that route again. As much as he'd like to finish the job he started all those years ago, he couldn't afford to. He dug his claws into his sides to draw blood, the brief pain cutting through the temptation of tearing the throat out of the wolf in front of him, helping him regain control. He couldn't spoil what he had just found.
He walked up to the wolf slowly, a practiced stride to move by his side, and lifted his paw to cup the other's face. He caressed Lubomir's cheek almost lovingly, leaving a small trail of his blood behind, leaning in to whisper into the other's ear. "A long time since we last met, Lubomir, a long time since I killed you, at least I thought."
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