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Cotl. (: <333!
A sharp gasp caught her as she abruptly dropped to the ground rolling to the side to avoid a blow. The brute came down at her with large paws, hoping to crush her chest. Aislin had barely time to retreat out of the way, rolling to safety, before blinking back up at her attacker with her deep bloodied eyes. A snarl ripped through her vocal cords from somewhere deep within her chest and there was a new fury boiling inside her as the male came again. Her jaws snapped shut, closing around fur, but the male pulled away quickly and gave her an 'oh shit' look. The girl gracefully rolled back onto her feet, poised to attack. She paced back and forth on the pads of her feet as the male contemplated whether it was worth taking on the youth or to just leave.
A snarl caught in her throat as he came at her once again, the girl ducked but instead of rolling out of the way like she did last time, she leaped forward to meet his blow. Her claws dug into the dirt as she found an opening and instantly her teeth sought for his throat. For blood. His scream died away as she crushed his windpipe between her jowls. She had quite a good grip, one that he would not escape from if he wanted to go unscathed... or well, without his entire throat. Her crimson orbs were a frenzy as she felt the first trickles and the scent erupted in her skull driving her nearly insane with pleasure.
The de la Croix girl sucked back the blood, gulping it down as the pitiful creature attempted to whimper unsuccessfully and instead began to choke on his own blood. After a few more moments the small wolf collapsed and went limp in front of her, yet she still did not let go. Instead, she bit down a slightly bit harder, tearing through muscles and flesh, before ripping clean a piece and beginning to chomp it down, pressing her muzzle back into the throat of the creature searching for more. The blood was warm and she felt it trickle down her chin and throat. The black and white female made no motions to attempt to clean herself, but instead laid in the small pool of the wolf's blood as she munched thoughtfully on its throat.
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