cake wanna fade to black or play it out? :o
cakeShe touched him, moved forward towards him. Her fur was thick but not enough so he couldn't feel the feminine curves of her body against the sharp angles of his own. Not enough that he didn't notice the way her breasts were suddenly pressed against his chest. There was no resistance. There were no words that really meant anything. It was funny, really, these things she said that barely registered in his currently drug-addled brain; it was the air, the ambience of the situation, that the dark male understood more than words. This was what was typical of him, of his true nature. Savage, brutal, uncivilized, and unapologetic. She spoke of the future and he understood that they were already living it, moving through time even then as they held each other in that strange fervid embrace. He would show her the future, and he could already taste this fire on his tongue.
cakeHer claws in his back (more blood) made the dark wolf flinch, but more out of surprise than pain; the ice in his veins, the dragon in his mind, numbed the world to him, and he felt nothing but desire, the deadly sin he would wish he had repented for at the gates of Hell where he had once believed he would end up. A low growl echoed in the back of his throat as he reacted with a stronger grip (perhaps it would bruise her) and a shove -- far from gentle -- intending to push her onto the forest floor. With the fever burning bright there in his blue eyes, morality and tradition forgotten in the wake of this thing that he allowed to swallow him alive, Bane permitted himself to surrender, even if just for the moment.
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