[M] You + [M]e = Bad News

Palaydrian Soul · 06-11-2012, 02:39 PM

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Pups learn right from wrong at an early age. The basic lesson is usually taught through the example of elders. Syliat had learned her great granddaughter that good and evil aren’t so easily divided. There is a boundary for each plane and a mixture of the two for proper balance. Palaydrian wanted to believe Aram was simply troubled. Not completely evil, but easily manipulated into thinking violence was the answer. This was why she had relented, though his rough cuffing to her face helped solidify her choice, she still thought there was some small ounce of mercy in the coyote, so she allowed the brute to viciously bind her wrists.

Gritting her fangs in a grimace in response to the rope burn, she met his eyes with her own defiant gaze, moisture from her tears now long gone. His promise of allowing her to live after he had his fun caused the same shudder of sick fear to crawl down her spine. Maybe sticking around to see if he wasn’t all that bad wasn’t a good idea anymore. Even if she survived, playing his game would scar her for life...she’d be a prisoner in her own body and mind. It was clear the coyote had a distaste for wolves, for what reason Palaydrian didn’t know and wouldn’t ask, but she felt this apparent blaspheme alone could drive Aram to harming her more.

Drin stiffened when Aram called himself her new owner and began requesting her to do things that made his weight upon her suddenly feel more disgusting if at all possible. She could not bring herself to play his twisted game any further as soon as she felt his knees attempt to spread her legs, the fae became filled with rage. A low growl erupted from her mouth when his lips smashed against hers and she attempted to bite at him while she brought her thighs tightly together in attempt to not allow him any further. Drin tried to violently shoving him away with her shoulders now that her hands were bound, snarling and snapping her jaws, until she thought better and began kicking out with her legs again as he had foolishly allowed himself to get closer to her. He’d have to muzzle her and more if he wanted to get close to her face again.

I’ll do nothing of the sort, she spat, once he was far enough away from her and she was able to awkwardly sit up. Her left eye regarded him with pure hatred now as the thought of this being her dying day became a new reality. Wrists tied tightly behind her back, a quickly swelling right side of the face, and only one good eye to aid her. She’d have to make one hell of a run to get away from the able bodied coyote, and she knew this. So she sat there ready to roll, kick out, bite, or do whatever she needed in order to stay alive.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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