[M] the devil made you look

Salvia Eternity · 03-26-2012, 04:00 AM

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There had never before been a time when Salvia had truly felt fear for her life. Neither of the Inferni coyotes had offered her a true challenge. The attack on her home had only left her full of terrible anger. Even fleeing Ichika had been without any panic. It was an unwelcomed feeling. She felt it grow from the pit of her belly and rise up to her throat, where it was caught under his unbreakable grip. In her chest her heart fluttered like a bird, desperate to escape the most fearful thing of all.

He pressed against her, crushing her completely. Salvia felt something warm and hot against her thigh, against that area where her own body yet betrayed her and yearned for something she did not understand. A deep instinct warned her against this thing, but she could not comprehend why. Teeth stained by her own blood were bared, no longer in a snarl just of anger, but one of panic and desperation.

Her vision shrunk to the face of the man she loved, to the man who was killing her. It was the face of all the dark gods she had ever imagined, the face of those nightmarish things that lived in the deepest places of the world. Blood splattered against her opened mouth, against her bruised face. There was scarcely a part of her beautiful pelt that was not ruined.

Salvia’s body, ultimately, was what force her surrender. The fight drained from it with each gasping breath, with each ounce of pressure that he applied to her throat. Her body stilled under him. Her hands ceased clawing at his wrists and clung to them limply. Her eyes grew cloudy as her face lost its terrible mask. In desperation, she summoned the last of her strength and a high, almost puppyish whine escaped her.

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