Back at square one

Chishio Itou · 04-25-2012, 10:57 PM

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He watched her dress, though he found no pleasure in it. There was nothing about her body he could think of as attractive. So when she set herself back into the corset, he stared blankly, unaffected by the way the clothing held her curves or the fact that she was sopping wet. The only reaction he could muster was a disapproving frown, for though she was clothed as he demanded, she was still the ugly pup he’d caught streaking through his waterfall.

When she attempted an imitation of him, he snorted. He was unimpressed, and made it obvious in the way he furrowed his brow. The female was, for lack of a better word, annoying; and though he felt less and less inclined to continue their game, he was far too stubborn to give in so quickly—especially to her. So when she fell down to the grass again and slithered toward him, he decided that if sarcasm and simple insults were not enough, he would push a little harder.

“No one likes a whore, missy,” he said gruffly. “Especially ones that cozy up to people when they haven’t even learned their name.”

He waved a hand for her to move away from him. A growl rumbled in his throat as he looked upon her with judgmental eyes. He was beginning to become fed up with her closeness, and while he hoped to avoid violence with his new toy, he was not above resorting to it if she didn’t remove herself from his bubble.

“You stink, too,” he noted as he turned up his nose. “It doesn’t seem you’re smart enough to figure that out on your own. You should appreciate the hint.”

He kept himself planted on the ground as he waited for her to move; for it was his ground, and she was trespassing. He watched her warily and bared his teeth to add to his threat. The more thought he gave to a violent ending to their meeting, the more tempted he became. His head swam with bloodlust, and as time passed it was becoming more difficult to keep his hands to himself. Surely a tiny wench such as she would offer little resistance, but it had been far too long since his last kill and his jaws yearned for flesh.

But the thought of an easy kill made his stomach churn and put a bad taste in his mouth. So he sheathed his fangs and settled for glaring her to death instead. Boring and uneventful, but better than dishonoring himself any more than he already had.

No worries, dear <3

Table by Kitty! Textures courtesy of ArtOfDecay-Stock, ninja-pi, Sirius-sdz & Wolf photo by Dirk Duckhorn

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