[M] the devil made you look

Salvia Eternity · 03-26-2012, 02:53 AM

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A heredity of survivalist mentality had given her genetics creed. Her mother’s bloodline boasted the hardiest dog breeds, the strength of her immortal grandmother. From her father came size and the sheer will to survive; he had lived through a hell that would have killed many because of these alone. They had both recognized some superiority in their breeding, and thus produced strong children. Intelligent as Salvia was, she surpassed both parents. It was apparent in her comprehension of the world, of her ability to adapt. Now, though, she was only fighting to survive. Deep within her core she feared he would kill her. It was a fear implanted by the providence of his myth, accentuated by what she had seen with her own eyes and knew in her heart. Family did not matter, and while she called this man uncle, he was no more blood-kin to her then her own brother.

Her fur darkened as his blood spilled down her arm, oozing towards her elbow. They did not speak. There was no need for words; she understood everything he said far too clearly. A hand forced itself just out of the snapping reach of her teeth, pinning her with the entirety of his weight. Something struck her hard; her vision went white for an instant. The pain of it cause her head to whip to the side again, and her teeth clicked together solidly on the tip of her tongue. Blood filled her mouth. It flew up towards him as she snarled in objection, trying to force her head up to snap at his face.

One of her legs wretched free of the great mass of his weight. It struck up high and hard, aiming to throw him from her. If she could get to her feet she would have a fighting chance.

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