08-24-2009, 07:22 PM
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With proper practice this girl could become a deceitful bitch, learning to play games with others while quietly destroying them when they least expected it. Samael played with deception nearly every day, especially when encountering wolves, though it was his brother, the Prince of Lies, whom had been named for such an existence. To see the shock of betrayal in ones eyes when you finally turned on them, having lured them close enough to easily reach around their throat and slice open their jugular with your claws. Most creatures were worthless—wolves especially. While Samael didn’t hold the most distinct hatred toward his larger cousins, he’d been taught early on coyotes were the superior species, even if he wasn’t averse to destroying a coyote if it ever came to it. But his entire life didn’t revolve around his hatred of canis lupus. In all honestly, he could have cared less. He simply adored having a living, breathing creature to kill, torturing them until they begged and prayed for death’s sweet release. Then hell could have them until he returned home himself.
She wasn’t strong enough—that was what she believed. And maybe she was right, born into a body too small to take on a fully muscled adult male wolf, even in her prime. But what ever she lacked in physical strength she could make up in mental prowess if she truly set her mind to it. She could destroy with clever traps and tricks, killing without running forth and beating the shit out of someone with her fists like some primitive beast. “Beautiful,” he whispered at her desire, baring fangs in delight. “But if you are smarter than a wolf, you can destroy them using entrapment and weapons,” Samael stated, offering his advice to the youth, if she didn’t already know. He knew nothing of her collection of rats and her sadistic pleasure in feeding canines to them, watching them devoured while still alive. If so, he would have admired such ingenuity, further impressed with the dark-souled child. “Brute strength isn’t everything. Catch a wolf in a pretty little cage and tie it up, then it’s all yours to play with and do as you desire.”
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With proper practice this girl could become a deceitful bitch, learning to play games with others while quietly destroying them when they least expected it. Samael played with deception nearly every day, especially when encountering wolves, though it was his brother, the Prince of Lies, whom had been named for such an existence. To see the shock of betrayal in ones eyes when you finally turned on them, having lured them close enough to easily reach around their throat and slice open their jugular with your claws. Most creatures were worthless—wolves especially. While Samael didn’t hold the most distinct hatred toward his larger cousins, he’d been taught early on coyotes were the superior species, even if he wasn’t averse to destroying a coyote if it ever came to it. But his entire life didn’t revolve around his hatred of canis lupus. In all honestly, he could have cared less. He simply adored having a living, breathing creature to kill, torturing them until they begged and prayed for death’s sweet release. Then hell could have them until he returned home himself.
She wasn’t strong enough—that was what she believed. And maybe she was right, born into a body too small to take on a fully muscled adult male wolf, even in her prime. But what ever she lacked in physical strength she could make up in mental prowess if she truly set her mind to it. She could destroy with clever traps and tricks, killing without running forth and beating the shit out of someone with her fists like some primitive beast. “Beautiful,” he whispered at her desire, baring fangs in delight. “But if you are smarter than a wolf, you can destroy them using entrapment and weapons,” Samael stated, offering his advice to the youth, if she didn’t already know. He knew nothing of her collection of rats and her sadistic pleasure in feeding canines to them, watching them devoured while still alive. If so, he would have admired such ingenuity, further impressed with the dark-souled child. “Brute strength isn’t everything. Catch a wolf in a pretty little cage and tie it up, then it’s all yours to play with and do as you desire.”