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A sneer, or perhaps a snarl, twitched once upon his cruel maw. It was as if he wanted to laugh at her words but could not for he no longer was capable. So eager was she to learn what he had to teach, but she did not know what existed beyond those tenebrous gates. This thing was not ready, and it would not receive well what he had to offer. She was weak, and he did not desire her. The black orbs, empty and emotionless, remained fixed on her, the intensity of those deadly pools as an eternal challenge, that dominance that sought to overcome every creature that came upon him prowling in the dark. Her words were so certain, but she could not ascertain what will come. She could not possibly understand such things. But at that single word, a quiet, mirthless cacophony grated upon the air. "Destiny," that cold voice sneered when the laughter had been killed. "There is no destiny. There is no preordained path. It is causality that exists alone in this mortal world and those who can control it." He could manipulate others, creating that illusion of choice that ultimately ended within his jaws and in quiet, dark, death.
That emotionless façade was unmoved as she closed the distance, but when she touched him, something darker than the black emptiness of those eyes bled into those fathomless pools. There was a change within that sinister mind. Like the clouds that darkened heaven with thundering rain, the calm of the waters of that empty soul too were darkened, a silent thunder whispering, rising up with an incessant snarl. How dare she touch him without permission, her touch so unworthy of a creature such as he who walked among the gods and demons of the Dark. The beautiful features of the crow wolf’s face grew terrible in the darkness, and yet, that emotionless façade had not changed, had not shifted. He became dangerously still, the silent suffocating and oppressive, deafening. And like a snake, or perhaps like some nightmare’s monster, that face watched her, his gaze such that he seemed to see right through her. And perhaps she had come toe close. Perhaps she would taste too keenly the decaying fruit of her mistake.
The hand of the arm that she had touched rose up, her elbow fitting dangerously well into the palm of those unforgiving hands. As his other came to press her hand to his arm, he pushed up and out upon her arm, locking her elbow, and with that simple move he had control of her body. He pushed her to the rocky ground without ceremony so that her back was exposed to the heavens, and he knelt over her, releasing her hand and pinning her to the ground with the weight of his own body. His claws ran along her back, unforgiving as the cut shallow trails into her white fur. His maw was lowered to the back of her neck, those cruel jaws parting to allow the bone white teeth to brush along her tender skin. Innocence? He could steal that away. "I am the Darkness made wolf," the quiet tenor corrected with those unnervingly soothing sounds. "Have you come to submit the innocence of your blood?" But he had already drawn blood, and he had already subdued her.
Some PP—PM me if you want it changed~
A sneer, or perhaps a snarl, twitched once upon his cruel maw. It was as if he wanted to laugh at her words but could not for he no longer was capable. So eager was she to learn what he had to teach, but she did not know what existed beyond those tenebrous gates. This thing was not ready, and it would not receive well what he had to offer. She was weak, and he did not desire her. The black orbs, empty and emotionless, remained fixed on her, the intensity of those deadly pools as an eternal challenge, that dominance that sought to overcome every creature that came upon him prowling in the dark. Her words were so certain, but she could not ascertain what will come. She could not possibly understand such things. But at that single word, a quiet, mirthless cacophony grated upon the air. "Destiny," that cold voice sneered when the laughter had been killed. "There is no destiny. There is no preordained path. It is causality that exists alone in this mortal world and those who can control it." He could manipulate others, creating that illusion of choice that ultimately ended within his jaws and in quiet, dark, death.
That emotionless façade was unmoved as she closed the distance, but when she touched him, something darker than the black emptiness of those eyes bled into those fathomless pools. There was a change within that sinister mind. Like the clouds that darkened heaven with thundering rain, the calm of the waters of that empty soul too were darkened, a silent thunder whispering, rising up with an incessant snarl. How dare she touch him without permission, her touch so unworthy of a creature such as he who walked among the gods and demons of the Dark. The beautiful features of the crow wolf’s face grew terrible in the darkness, and yet, that emotionless façade had not changed, had not shifted. He became dangerously still, the silent suffocating and oppressive, deafening. And like a snake, or perhaps like some nightmare’s monster, that face watched her, his gaze such that he seemed to see right through her. And perhaps she had come toe close. Perhaps she would taste too keenly the decaying fruit of her mistake.
The hand of the arm that she had touched rose up, her elbow fitting dangerously well into the palm of those unforgiving hands. As his other came to press her hand to his arm, he pushed up and out upon her arm, locking her elbow, and with that simple move he had control of her body. He pushed her to the rocky ground without ceremony so that her back was exposed to the heavens, and he knelt over her, releasing her hand and pinning her to the ground with the weight of his own body. His claws ran along her back, unforgiving as the cut shallow trails into her white fur. His maw was lowered to the back of her neck, those cruel jaws parting to allow the bone white teeth to brush along her tender skin. Innocence? He could steal that away. "I am the Darkness made wolf," the quiet tenor corrected with those unnervingly soothing sounds. "Have you come to submit the innocence of your blood?" But he had already drawn blood, and he had already subdued her.