02-10-2009, 12:28 PM
[html]just because i came to visit doesn't mean you have to hide.
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
He was held fast, and that was not a good situation in any case. He didn't like his flesh to be touched. He didn't like to have his movements impended. Nails dug deeper into his flesh, sinking through the skin and bringing forth bright red blood. But his desperation to be free took over, and the coyote focused now on twisting and struggling, having not made much headway with tearing at the avenger's arm with teeth and claw. And it was with a sickening note that his flesh gave way, moving so much he could only rip free. But it wasn't in time to dodge the blow that came from the canine's foot, connecting with his midsection and causing him to exhale sharply as all air was exhausted from his lungs.
Again, the coyote's shoulder contacted with dirt, blood streaming freely from the wounds that had been gouged at the back of his neck. But he was quickly on his feet again, disregarding the pain the shocked through his body. He was used to pain. He adored pain, and so all this battle did was excite him. The feeling of teeth at his neck and fingers tightly grasping his throat brought him the sheerest pleasure, simply reveling in the nearness and possibility of death. Laughing in a hoarse, soft way the coyote again lunged at the Thing, jaws wide and willing to tear into his body.[/html]
i'll be waiting on the side of your house,
with an empty bodybag
and a loaded forty-five.
He was held fast, and that was not a good situation in any case. He didn't like his flesh to be touched. He didn't like to have his movements impended. Nails dug deeper into his flesh, sinking through the skin and bringing forth bright red blood. But his desperation to be free took over, and the coyote focused now on twisting and struggling, having not made much headway with tearing at the avenger's arm with teeth and claw. And it was with a sickening note that his flesh gave way, moving so much he could only rip free. But it wasn't in time to dodge the blow that came from the canine's foot, connecting with his midsection and causing him to exhale sharply as all air was exhausted from his lungs.
Again, the coyote's shoulder contacted with dirt, blood streaming freely from the wounds that had been gouged at the back of his neck. But he was quickly on his feet again, disregarding the pain the shocked through his body. He was used to pain. He adored pain, and so all this battle did was excite him. The feeling of teeth at his neck and fingers tightly grasping his throat brought him the sheerest pleasure, simply reveling in the nearness and possibility of death. Laughing in a hoarse, soft way the coyote again lunged at the Thing, jaws wide and willing to tear into his body.[/html]