06-16-2012, 09:04 AM
OOC: Was given permission to PP~ Tell me if you want anything changed of course 
IC:
Aram had figured that a good hit or two, hands tied behind her back, and she would recognize her situation for what it was. Instead of obeying him, and earning her new master's gentle touch, the wolf had tried to bite him. Only the growl before her snapping had allowed Aram to pull away to avoid more then a glancing blow at his nose, painful, but less then she could have done if she had not warned him. Just as quickly as she had snapped, he felt the efforts to part the female's legs meet resistance, causing him to lose a little bit of his balance. That stumbling was worsened by the sudden thrashing from the female, and all of it combined was enough to get Aram some potential bruises from kicks, and for the wolf to temporarily escape his pin to sit up.
The coyote had not been happy from the moment he found a wolf trying to steal his prized weapons, and Aram was even less happy to have his new possession resist him physically. "Learn your place!" Aram snarled before throwing himself back at the female, his left forearm pressing down against the wolf's throat to restrain her. Aram was not satisfied with just renewing his pin however, and used his right hand to throw a closed fist punch at the female's gut, hoping to remove some of the spark she had found. Aram didn't want to be carrying a stubborn wolf everywhere with him, but had started to like the idea of having a marked wolf that was afraid enough to come back to him.
"Now, were going to try this again..." the coyote snarled, his right hand reaching toward the bandolier, and drawing one of the knives. If his idle threats had not scared the female, Aram assumed that having a knife used on her would wisen the wolf up rather quick. "You're going to start behaving like the property you are, unless you want me to use this knife on you like a thief I don't plan to get some use out of... Whats it going to be precious? Life with a collar, or find out how much red can spill from you." Aram spoke with a firm voice, drawing his knife across a random point lightly enough to only drew a little bit of blood, a glancing blow that probably wouldn't be noticeable once it healed.
It was Aram's intent to slowly let up on his pin with the left arm, but keep his knife pressed against the female's body as he slowly made his way downward. Making a special effort to palm at one of the breasts, and try forcing her legs apart if he was able to maneuver himself far enough down. He had decided where his mark of ownership would go, right where any male that tried to lay with her, would know that she was no free wolf, and the knife would lay to rest on the supposed thief's right inner thigh if she didn't struggle further.
IC:
Aram had figured that a good hit or two, hands tied behind her back, and she would recognize her situation for what it was. Instead of obeying him, and earning her new master's gentle touch, the wolf had tried to bite him. Only the growl before her snapping had allowed Aram to pull away to avoid more then a glancing blow at his nose, painful, but less then she could have done if she had not warned him. Just as quickly as she had snapped, he felt the efforts to part the female's legs meet resistance, causing him to lose a little bit of his balance. That stumbling was worsened by the sudden thrashing from the female, and all of it combined was enough to get Aram some potential bruises from kicks, and for the wolf to temporarily escape his pin to sit up.
The coyote had not been happy from the moment he found a wolf trying to steal his prized weapons, and Aram was even less happy to have his new possession resist him physically. "Learn your place!" Aram snarled before throwing himself back at the female, his left forearm pressing down against the wolf's throat to restrain her. Aram was not satisfied with just renewing his pin however, and used his right hand to throw a closed fist punch at the female's gut, hoping to remove some of the spark she had found. Aram didn't want to be carrying a stubborn wolf everywhere with him, but had started to like the idea of having a marked wolf that was afraid enough to come back to him.
"Now, were going to try this again..." the coyote snarled, his right hand reaching toward the bandolier, and drawing one of the knives. If his idle threats had not scared the female, Aram assumed that having a knife used on her would wisen the wolf up rather quick. "You're going to start behaving like the property you are, unless you want me to use this knife on you like a thief I don't plan to get some use out of... Whats it going to be precious? Life with a collar, or find out how much red can spill from you." Aram spoke with a firm voice, drawing his knife across a random point lightly enough to only drew a little bit of blood, a glancing blow that probably wouldn't be noticeable once it healed.
It was Aram's intent to slowly let up on his pin with the left arm, but keep his knife pressed against the female's body as he slowly made his way downward. Making a special effort to palm at one of the breasts, and try forcing her legs apart if he was able to maneuver himself far enough down. He had decided where his mark of ownership would go, right where any male that tried to lay with her, would know that she was no free wolf, and the knife would lay to rest on the supposed thief's right inner thigh if she didn't struggle further.