06-13-2009, 02:53 AM
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It’s totally fine! ^=^ And I’m just going to use some slight PP to say that he cut her howl off just as it started—that way we can avoid having to involved the pack directly in this thread, ^=^
A sneer was allowed to persist upon his maw. There was that silence again as those black eyes watched it, and he knew that the thing did not believe him. Her disrespect was intolerable—he would be merciful enough to show her to respect him. There was a black laughter that echoed in the empty recesses of his mind. The things with which Cwmfen nic Graine surrounded herself were pitiful excuses—they could not protect her. Repeatedly the pied brute that was the warrior’s father would show that to her, would show to her the futility of her efforts. And, just as with the diamond wolf, he would be merciful. He would let this thing live. The Dahlian thing moved to make the call—he exhaled sharply with that sadistic amusement. This thing should thank him, should be grateful of his attention and mercy.
He was moving even as the thing lifted its head. He was silent and swift, striking like the snake that he was. There was no snarl of warning, of irritation, of anger. There was simply—nothing. And then, as the first notes began to arise, he leapt, those cruel jaws finding the flesh. Those teeth punctured her skin with an ease that made him giddy for blood, and indeed he drew it from her, his tongue, like that of a vampire bat, writhing in the wound he had made, pushing the flesh further to allow the blood to flow freely for him. He held her there, holding her by the place where her neck joined with the shoulder, the momentum of the secui’s body having pushed the victim to its back. And he was unmoving as he held her there, the power of his jaws merciful as he held back, squeezing with maddening slowness, daring her to cry out, to beg him to stop. He placed his massive paw in the place just beneath her breasts, those black claws unforgiving of her skin.
It’s totally fine! ^=^ And I’m just going to use some slight PP to say that he cut her howl off just as it started—that way we can avoid having to involved the pack directly in this thread, ^=^
A sneer was allowed to persist upon his maw. There was that silence again as those black eyes watched it, and he knew that the thing did not believe him. Her disrespect was intolerable—he would be merciful enough to show her to respect him. There was a black laughter that echoed in the empty recesses of his mind. The things with which Cwmfen nic Graine surrounded herself were pitiful excuses—they could not protect her. Repeatedly the pied brute that was the warrior’s father would show that to her, would show to her the futility of her efforts. And, just as with the diamond wolf, he would be merciful. He would let this thing live. The Dahlian thing moved to make the call—he exhaled sharply with that sadistic amusement. This thing should thank him, should be grateful of his attention and mercy.
He was moving even as the thing lifted its head. He was silent and swift, striking like the snake that he was. There was no snarl of warning, of irritation, of anger. There was simply—nothing. And then, as the first notes began to arise, he leapt, those cruel jaws finding the flesh. Those teeth punctured her skin with an ease that made him giddy for blood, and indeed he drew it from her, his tongue, like that of a vampire bat, writhing in the wound he had made, pushing the flesh further to allow the blood to flow freely for him. He held her there, holding her by the place where her neck joined with the shoulder, the momentum of the secui’s body having pushed the victim to its back. And he was unmoving as he held her there, the power of his jaws merciful as he held back, squeezing with maddening slowness, daring her to cry out, to beg him to stop. He placed his massive paw in the place just beneath her breasts, those black claws unforgiving of her skin.