04-07-2009, 11:40 PM
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Corvus did not look up even as the sound of another’s approach met those horned ears. The black orbs watched the pitiful creature beneath him, watched as he intended to crush the life slowly from his body, to force it out with every cracked rib until he was either too broken to continue or one of those ribs pierced a vital organ. The paws were knowing of how he crushed the boy, and the maw lowered to the bloodied, bruised body, brushing against the damp fur as if in that feral need to inflict some additional wound. But then the voice made him pause, and a knowing sneer split his wicked maw. The large crania lifted from the boy’s proximity as he turned it to look upon his daughter.
The crow wolf had not seen her in two years, and he had trailed her since then, following old and cold trails—until now. The orbs, those empty, fathomless orbs, penetrated into those white ones, searching her, stripping her down and violating her, making her mind his own. And for a long moment, he was silent until he finally relinquished that gaze to observe her body openly, that body upon which he would soon satisfy himself. Those woad lines were lost in his colourless vision, and he saw only what she was beneath them, stripping her of her protection and her glory. But her body did not disappoint him, and he laughed, the sound as mirthless as ever, holding within it a new, sadistic pleasure.
He breathed in her scent as she snarled, and he pulled his tail between his legs, a gesture that completely mocked her. He knew he could kill her, that he could rape her and keep her, but he would let her have this boy. It would be his gift to her. The black tail lifted again as it waved in the air like a hissing snake, and the maw lowered suddenly as if in an acknowledging bow. But the jaws parted as those teeth bit the shoulder of the boy, tossing him closer to her feet. Worthless. And then he backed away into the darkness, just as he had done with the masked creature, leaving behind only his laughter as he melted into the night.
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Corvus did not look up even as the sound of another’s approach met those horned ears. The black orbs watched the pitiful creature beneath him, watched as he intended to crush the life slowly from his body, to force it out with every cracked rib until he was either too broken to continue or one of those ribs pierced a vital organ. The paws were knowing of how he crushed the boy, and the maw lowered to the bloodied, bruised body, brushing against the damp fur as if in that feral need to inflict some additional wound. But then the voice made him pause, and a knowing sneer split his wicked maw. The large crania lifted from the boy’s proximity as he turned it to look upon his daughter.
The crow wolf had not seen her in two years, and he had trailed her since then, following old and cold trails—until now. The orbs, those empty, fathomless orbs, penetrated into those white ones, searching her, stripping her down and violating her, making her mind his own. And for a long moment, he was silent until he finally relinquished that gaze to observe her body openly, that body upon which he would soon satisfy himself. Those woad lines were lost in his colourless vision, and he saw only what she was beneath them, stripping her of her protection and her glory. But her body did not disappoint him, and he laughed, the sound as mirthless as ever, holding within it a new, sadistic pleasure.
He breathed in her scent as she snarled, and he pulled his tail between his legs, a gesture that completely mocked her. He knew he could kill her, that he could rape her and keep her, but he would let her have this boy. It would be his gift to her. The black tail lifted again as it waved in the air like a hissing snake, and the maw lowered suddenly as if in an acknowledging bow. But the jaws parted as those teeth bit the shoulder of the boy, tossing him closer to her feet. Worthless. And then he backed away into the darkness, just as he had done with the masked creature, leaving behind only his laughter as he melted into the night.