06-19-2008, 12:03 AM
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Flesh tore and innards fell to the ground, spilling blood in a deep pool around the wolf's feet. His work was finished, but Samael wasn't done yet with the creature. Gabriel tore at it's face and eyes, blinding the wolf as it cried out a blood-curdling sound that ripped through the air. The sound, the blood—it spurred him on like nothing else. An aphrodisiac and stimulant, he wanted the throat. Gabriel had drawn back, and Samael went for the neck of the maimed beast. It slashed blindly, but the prince had already gotten his hold and the wolf could only fall back coughing as blood spilled from it's gaping throat. Here now he stood back to watch as well, fur still bristling and eyes wide and mad with bloodlust. But the job was finished and he'd begin to settle down. Instead, vision turned on his older sibling, quietly licking the blood from his lips and muzzle.