06-19-2009, 02:07 AM
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We could wrap this up in a couple of posts? ^=^ By the way, your characterization is so effectively fun, ^=^ Hahah, clash of the egos!
Those cries of pain satisfied the male. In his sadistic pleasures, the sounds of fear and pain satisfied him as no sound of pleasure and ecstasy could. The black eyes shone like cold obsidian as he watched her, the black lips of the emotionless façade flickering with some sinister hilarity. The black tail waved once above his form as if in dominance, for surely it was dominance that he now asserted over the pack wolf. The black orbs watched the defiance move through her as if she could not comprehend beyond herself. But he saw it set aside as she spewed some tale. The crow wolf did not care for her life. He cared only for the ending of her life or for his mercy that he had the power to exert. And yet, for all the idiocies that pilled from that foolish mouth, she spoke truth. She was worthless, and he could kill her. The only thing that allowed for mercy was his daughter. The game had only just begun, and he was not going to rush the game by making a kill so early along.
His maw was split by that terrible, snarling seer as if he snarled and laughed in silence. It was unnatural. Then, suddenly, that laughing snarl was wiped from his face, replaced by that cold, impassive façade. His jaws came close to her face, those fathomless orbs drinking in her prone form, her body posturing in that ancient display of submission. But simple submission was not enough for the crow wolf. It was never enough. "Our concern," the insidious voice practically hissed as he whispered in her ear, "is not of your viral procreation. I asked only of your life." He pulled away. The pitiful thing. How undeserving she was of his attention, and how merciful he was for giving it. "Do you even know," the tenor voice soothed, "how truly close you are to Death?" The cruel maw of the pied wolf ran along her throat, those bone white teeth merciless as they scraped along her skin.
We could wrap this up in a couple of posts? ^=^ By the way, your characterization is so effectively fun, ^=^ Hahah, clash of the egos!
Those cries of pain satisfied the male. In his sadistic pleasures, the sounds of fear and pain satisfied him as no sound of pleasure and ecstasy could. The black eyes shone like cold obsidian as he watched her, the black lips of the emotionless façade flickering with some sinister hilarity. The black tail waved once above his form as if in dominance, for surely it was dominance that he now asserted over the pack wolf. The black orbs watched the defiance move through her as if she could not comprehend beyond herself. But he saw it set aside as she spewed some tale. The crow wolf did not care for her life. He cared only for the ending of her life or for his mercy that he had the power to exert. And yet, for all the idiocies that pilled from that foolish mouth, she spoke truth. She was worthless, and he could kill her. The only thing that allowed for mercy was his daughter. The game had only just begun, and he was not going to rush the game by making a kill so early along.
His maw was split by that terrible, snarling seer as if he snarled and laughed in silence. It was unnatural. Then, suddenly, that laughing snarl was wiped from his face, replaced by that cold, impassive façade. His jaws came close to her face, those fathomless orbs drinking in her prone form, her body posturing in that ancient display of submission. But simple submission was not enough for the crow wolf. It was never enough. "Our concern," the insidious voice practically hissed as he whispered in her ear, "is not of your viral procreation. I asked only of your life." He pulled away. The pitiful thing. How undeserving she was of his attention, and how merciful he was for giving it. "Do you even know," the tenor voice soothed, "how truly close you are to Death?" The cruel maw of the pied wolf ran along her throat, those bone white teeth merciless as they scraped along her skin.