01-25-2011, 09:40 PM
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He just has to take the fun out of everything! At least this one wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t moving around as much as she would’ve liked either. She liked a challenge, and if her prey was going to fight back, that was a thrill for her. Even if she did get a few injuries in the process. The black brute was walking slowly as if he gave up now. Fuck. Axelle didn’t see much of a challenge in this, but it would have to do.
The black brute still made an effort to get away when Axelle bounded toward him. He tried to run as fast as he could, but with a ravaged leg and a bleeding chest he wasn’t going to get too far. Axelle quickly caught up to him, and leapt on him knocking him to the ground. She snarled in his face and showed her gleaming fangs dripping with saliva. A few drops of spit landed on the black’s cheek and he cringed. There was nothing left in him to even try to fight her back for drooling on his face. He was a done deal. She laughed wholly in his face before ripping his throat out.
As she did it, she could feel the warm blood flowing through her teeth and around in her mouth. She continued to rip out chunks of neck until the male gave a last yelp before lying limp and choking on his own blood. When the kill was finally finished, she tore the torso open with her fangs to find steamy prizes inside. This ones heart she will eat. She ripped the heart out of the chest cavity, having to weave through ribs and such, and carried it over to the side to eat. The heart was gushing with warm life liquid and she enjoyed in greatly as she ripped pieces from it and swallowed them. Eat your heart out.
When she was finished with the heart, she moved back over to the body and began her pick of other internal organs. None looked to appetizing, so she went for the usual tasty skin and muscles around the animal so much like herself. She was satisfied. She got her kill, she ate her heart. What more did she need? Axelle looked up from her kill with a bloody face, and motioned for J’adore to join her, not that he needed permission. But he might as damn well take caution. She was still in savage mode. Anything could happen in this state of mind.
He just has to take the fun out of everything! At least this one wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t moving around as much as she would’ve liked either. She liked a challenge, and if her prey was going to fight back, that was a thrill for her. Even if she did get a few injuries in the process. The black brute was walking slowly as if he gave up now. Fuck. Axelle didn’t see much of a challenge in this, but it would have to do.
The black brute still made an effort to get away when Axelle bounded toward him. He tried to run as fast as he could, but with a ravaged leg and a bleeding chest he wasn’t going to get too far. Axelle quickly caught up to him, and leapt on him knocking him to the ground. She snarled in his face and showed her gleaming fangs dripping with saliva. A few drops of spit landed on the black’s cheek and he cringed. There was nothing left in him to even try to fight her back for drooling on his face. He was a done deal. She laughed wholly in his face before ripping his throat out.
As she did it, she could feel the warm blood flowing through her teeth and around in her mouth. She continued to rip out chunks of neck until the male gave a last yelp before lying limp and choking on his own blood. When the kill was finally finished, she tore the torso open with her fangs to find steamy prizes inside. This ones heart she will eat. She ripped the heart out of the chest cavity, having to weave through ribs and such, and carried it over to the side to eat. The heart was gushing with warm life liquid and she enjoyed in greatly as she ripped pieces from it and swallowed them. Eat your heart out.
When she was finished with the heart, she moved back over to the body and began her pick of other internal organs. None looked to appetizing, so she went for the usual tasty skin and muscles around the animal so much like herself. She was satisfied. She got her kill, she ate her heart. What more did she need? Axelle looked up from her kill with a bloody face, and motioned for J’adore to join her, not that he needed permission. But he might as damn well take caution. She was still in savage mode. Anything could happen in this state of mind.