04-07-2009, 09:03 PM
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Haha! Okay, ^=^ Are a few broken ribs okay? Also, once Cwmfen comes in, Corvus will probably disappear in the next post, ^=^;; Is that okay?
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The male’s tongue pressed up against the fur of the coyote as his jaws held him, tasting the blood that leaked into his mouth. It was like the blood of a lamb, and the blood of youth, the life of youth, was somehow much more satisfying. Yet, it was not quite so satisfying, he decided, as the blood of that blindfolded creature. His blood was different. That life was different. And he would kill it one day too, just as he would kill this insignificant boy, this boy who carried the scent of his daughter upon his fur. And the sinister mind did not once forget that this was what it was about, that he would, before he crushed that life, question the boy, knowing that there was the possibility that he would get nothing. And the Korean did not care. If there was no satisfying answer, the scent upon his fur would be enough. That much the boy had already betrayed to him. And he wondered how much more he could squeeze out.
And the boy snarled, and the man could feel his rage like the hotness in his blood. But as those yelps sounded in the night, the black auds that rose upon his head like the horns of some demon were were offended by them even as the man was all at once amused, not once thinking that those sound had been raised like an alarm, betraying his position. But then, the coming of another was no consequence to him. They would all be crushed. And then, as the male gave a final squeeze of his jaws, releasing only scarcely before the life would be crushed between them, he decided not to ask questions, that he would play the game with only the scent to lead him. The male was patient, and his body required nothing so soon. As the boy’s body hit the earth, he pursued it, his movements almost unhurried as he moved, the great paws treading upon the body as he leaned down upon it. The full weight of the lupine secui was pressed upon the insignificant frame of the young coyote. The pressure slowly increased upon his ribcage as he pressed, the progress slow and unrelenting as the black claws hooked themselves mercilessly in the skin, holding him there. He wanted to crush the life slowly, to feel it leave him, wondering what this youth would feel like as an empty shell crushed beneath him. Snap. One of the ribs gave way, then—Snap! another, and with that mirthless laughter, the male pushed for another.
Haha! Okay, ^=^ Are a few broken ribs okay? Also, once Cwmfen comes in, Corvus will probably disappear in the next post, ^=^;; Is that okay?
300+
The male’s tongue pressed up against the fur of the coyote as his jaws held him, tasting the blood that leaked into his mouth. It was like the blood of a lamb, and the blood of youth, the life of youth, was somehow much more satisfying. Yet, it was not quite so satisfying, he decided, as the blood of that blindfolded creature. His blood was different. That life was different. And he would kill it one day too, just as he would kill this insignificant boy, this boy who carried the scent of his daughter upon his fur. And the sinister mind did not once forget that this was what it was about, that he would, before he crushed that life, question the boy, knowing that there was the possibility that he would get nothing. And the Korean did not care. If there was no satisfying answer, the scent upon his fur would be enough. That much the boy had already betrayed to him. And he wondered how much more he could squeeze out.
And the boy snarled, and the man could feel his rage like the hotness in his blood. But as those yelps sounded in the night, the black auds that rose upon his head like the horns of some demon were were offended by them even as the man was all at once amused, not once thinking that those sound had been raised like an alarm, betraying his position. But then, the coming of another was no consequence to him. They would all be crushed. And then, as the male gave a final squeeze of his jaws, releasing only scarcely before the life would be crushed between them, he decided not to ask questions, that he would play the game with only the scent to lead him. The male was patient, and his body required nothing so soon. As the boy’s body hit the earth, he pursued it, his movements almost unhurried as he moved, the great paws treading upon the body as he leaned down upon it. The full weight of the lupine secui was pressed upon the insignificant frame of the young coyote. The pressure slowly increased upon his ribcage as he pressed, the progress slow and unrelenting as the black claws hooked themselves mercilessly in the skin, holding him there. He wanted to crush the life slowly, to feel it leave him, wondering what this youth would feel like as an empty shell crushed beneath him. Snap. One of the ribs gave way, then—Snap! another, and with that mirthless laughter, the male pushed for another.