11-02-2009, 08:58 PM
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The pain he inflicted on his own body was a beautiful thing. He’d slash his own wrists in such a way to bring about only blood, before stitching them back up and repeating. He’d scar his body, marking his flesh and bruising his skin with a deep, shadowy blush beneath the darkening fur. Winter changed his coat to nearly black, turning the male into a near mirror image of the father he’d never truly known, yet utterly despised. Anything to poison him was closely embracing by the self-destructive monster as he reached the bottom of the bottle and only longed for more. Vision clouded and senses dulled, he crept through the city in a blur, barely seeing where his feet were taking him. He moved on instinct, eyes watching his path yet mind blank and numb. He saw Halo. He saw a wolf. He saw Halo kiss a wolf, and he smelled obvious arousal permeating the air.
The veil shifted across his thoughts, clearing immediately like clouds backing away from the moon and allowing the silvery-white light to shine through. “A wolf,” he interrupted boldly, narrowed crimson eyes fixated on the cinnamon coyote. “makes an interesting plaything, and nothing more,” he finished, vision moving now onto the grayscale creature. He didn’t appear particularly intelligent and Samael’s muzzle curled into a vicious smirk at the brute that screamed of violence and murder, yet lacked any and all semblances of warmth and mirth. “But I really don’t think you should start out with them.” Halo was inexperience, and he knew it. Wolves were toys perfect for practice and nothing more. But she was young and built ideally for a coyote female—small and easily overpowered by a foolish male wolf.
It was a dangerous game, and he didn’t wish to see the young girl that held so much potential wiped out so early in her life. It was beautiful that she was already playing games, but she needed to pick and choose her battles wisely. And he didn’t like the arousal this male was already showing. Play too much with a male without fully intending to back it up, and she could easily find herself in a situation she didn’t wish to be in. Something clicked within his brain as the scent washed over him, infiltrating his consciousness—something primal and animalistic that caused his fist to clench and aim mercilessly right for the beast’s starry-eyed face.
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The pain he inflicted on his own body was a beautiful thing. He’d slash his own wrists in such a way to bring about only blood, before stitching them back up and repeating. He’d scar his body, marking his flesh and bruising his skin with a deep, shadowy blush beneath the darkening fur. Winter changed his coat to nearly black, turning the male into a near mirror image of the father he’d never truly known, yet utterly despised. Anything to poison him was closely embracing by the self-destructive monster as he reached the bottom of the bottle and only longed for more. Vision clouded and senses dulled, he crept through the city in a blur, barely seeing where his feet were taking him. He moved on instinct, eyes watching his path yet mind blank and numb. He saw Halo. He saw a wolf. He saw Halo kiss a wolf, and he smelled obvious arousal permeating the air.
The veil shifted across his thoughts, clearing immediately like clouds backing away from the moon and allowing the silvery-white light to shine through. “A wolf,” he interrupted boldly, narrowed crimson eyes fixated on the cinnamon coyote. “makes an interesting plaything, and nothing more,” he finished, vision moving now onto the grayscale creature. He didn’t appear particularly intelligent and Samael’s muzzle curled into a vicious smirk at the brute that screamed of violence and murder, yet lacked any and all semblances of warmth and mirth. “But I really don’t think you should start out with them.” Halo was inexperience, and he knew it. Wolves were toys perfect for practice and nothing more. But she was young and built ideally for a coyote female—small and easily overpowered by a foolish male wolf.
It was a dangerous game, and he didn’t wish to see the young girl that held so much potential wiped out so early in her life. It was beautiful that she was already playing games, but she needed to pick and choose her battles wisely. And he didn’t like the arousal this male was already showing. Play too much with a male without fully intending to back it up, and she could easily find herself in a situation she didn’t wish to be in. Something clicked within his brain as the scent washed over him, infiltrating his consciousness—something primal and animalistic that caused his fist to clench and aim mercilessly right for the beast’s starry-eyed face.