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Should we end this thread here and start the other one? PM me if you want me to start it,~ ^=^
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Those jaws drowned in the ecstasy as others did in the scent of a lover. The blood, thick and nourishing...and it did indeed nourish this creature. He breathed in deeply as his jaws, having gripped harder, forced the blood onto the waiting tongue that squirmed like a snake in that gaping hole. And his mind laughed, at what he tasted in that blood. The darkness was stronger in this being than in others, but it had not tainted the blood as it did others.... It was manipulated as it flowed through him, resilient to the male and the shadows that sought the wound with curious, violating tendrils. And he knew now why the male had attacked him; it had not been the simple provocation of a male defending territory or even demonstrating prestige. It had been something higher. With a sneer the male thought of his daughter who believed that she could overcome him. But he would show her otherwise. He had tasted her blood as well that day two years ago when he had made her believe that he had raped her, and while the darkness in her blood was resilient, it drew darkness into it, was drawn to it. And he would ravage her soon, making that day real and an illusion no longer.
His sadistic pleasures were interrupted as the male set his foot against brute’s leg. He felt the male prepare beneath him, and even as he knew something was coming, the male did not relinquish that hot elixir. He would let him drain and leave him for dead. Those fathomless orbs glittered with his mocking amusement as the creature within his arms threw himself away, and his jaws tore the flesh. The blood trailed after the coyote as if needing to return. But it was all in vain as that precious life fell dead upon the earth, abandoned in the cold and in the dark. The crow wolf only gave that snarling sneer as his jaws chewed upon the flesh and fur for a moment longer before he relinquished it too to the earth. His breath, hot with the other’s blood, rose visibly in the freezing air. The black orbs watched the fallen thing, considering him in the new light of this strangely obtained knowledge.
That body was still as the drizzling rain touched it tentatively. Then his posture straitened. He would not kill the creature—not yet. He was too precious an enemy to destroy so soon, and this game must be allowed to endure. It was not a sign of weakness or mercy, but simply a sign of the male’s character. For a while longer at least the male would allow the creature to live so that he may have his fun, for the brute had long since dealt with such a formidable enemy. And he recognized this. That they would be enemies and provide for each other an endless struggle until one of them would end up dead. It would be the ultimate game. Then the cold facet smoothed, resetting itself as he looked down at the thing. "Those who seek to end the Darkness are consumed by it," was the only thing the tenor sound warned before he slipped back into the darkness of the woods, not once turning his back on the creature as he disappeared like the darkness itself.
Should we end this thread here and start the other one? PM me if you want me to start it,~ ^=^
500+
Those jaws drowned in the ecstasy as others did in the scent of a lover. The blood, thick and nourishing...and it did indeed nourish this creature. He breathed in deeply as his jaws, having gripped harder, forced the blood onto the waiting tongue that squirmed like a snake in that gaping hole. And his mind laughed, at what he tasted in that blood. The darkness was stronger in this being than in others, but it had not tainted the blood as it did others.... It was manipulated as it flowed through him, resilient to the male and the shadows that sought the wound with curious, violating tendrils. And he knew now why the male had attacked him; it had not been the simple provocation of a male defending territory or even demonstrating prestige. It had been something higher. With a sneer the male thought of his daughter who believed that she could overcome him. But he would show her otherwise. He had tasted her blood as well that day two years ago when he had made her believe that he had raped her, and while the darkness in her blood was resilient, it drew darkness into it, was drawn to it. And he would ravage her soon, making that day real and an illusion no longer.
His sadistic pleasures were interrupted as the male set his foot against brute’s leg. He felt the male prepare beneath him, and even as he knew something was coming, the male did not relinquish that hot elixir. He would let him drain and leave him for dead. Those fathomless orbs glittered with his mocking amusement as the creature within his arms threw himself away, and his jaws tore the flesh. The blood trailed after the coyote as if needing to return. But it was all in vain as that precious life fell dead upon the earth, abandoned in the cold and in the dark. The crow wolf only gave that snarling sneer as his jaws chewed upon the flesh and fur for a moment longer before he relinquished it too to the earth. His breath, hot with the other’s blood, rose visibly in the freezing air. The black orbs watched the fallen thing, considering him in the new light of this strangely obtained knowledge.
That body was still as the drizzling rain touched it tentatively. Then his posture straitened. He would not kill the creature—not yet. He was too precious an enemy to destroy so soon, and this game must be allowed to endure. It was not a sign of weakness or mercy, but simply a sign of the male’s character. For a while longer at least the male would allow the creature to live so that he may have his fun, for the brute had long since dealt with such a formidable enemy. And he recognized this. That they would be enemies and provide for each other an endless struggle until one of them would end up dead. It would be the ultimate game. Then the cold facet smoothed, resetting itself as he looked down at the thing. "Those who seek to end the Darkness are consumed by it," was the only thing the tenor sound warned before he slipped back into the darkness of the woods, not once turning his back on the creature as he disappeared like the darkness itself.