10-28-2009, 05:54 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Waaaaaaugh, your post gave me shivers and chills. :X The candle flickered away, and the hybrid found herself blind, swallowed completely by the darkness. Her single eye took much longer to adjust to darkness than a normal set of eyes, but her ears were still pricked high and she could hear his approach, the cold click of nails against tile telling her what she already knew—he was advancing on her. The hybrid had shrank back against the case completely, her spine lying flat on the spines of the books behind her, and she regained vision just in time to toss her hands before her face and stop a book from hitting her square in the face, but that momentary, instinctual reaction had cost her far more than the impact of the book—he was on her, his jaws flashing in her face and his large hangs grappling her wrists, his weight easily overpowering her smaller coyote frame to the floor. Flat on her back, this was how it was to end? The hybrid woman could not help but see the faces of her children and her lovers in her head, snippets of her very life flying by her head. Delphine, and her cruelty. This all-too-familiar position in which she'd been held by Kairo, though it had been in their wolf forms, he'd still held her down by weight alone and back then, Kaena had been too stupid to struggle. The Darklands, Svenlia and Raptor and Zarah and Riot, and the others—scattered to the wind by an eruption. Finding this place, finding Zulifer, bearing his children and his loss simultaneously. Ahren—the wonderful children he'd given her, Gabriel and Molochai and Corona, all of the rest of them. Lovely Samael; what would Samael do now that his mother was really gone? And Razekiel had just returned to her, only to have her yanked away so brutally. She would never reconcile anything with Rachias and Arkham; she would never see Eris to spit on her and send her away again. The coyote woman had thrashed against him through this, her jaws snapping shut uselessly near his head a few times as she struggled. As his jaws descended at her, the hybrid yanked her head to the side, throwing all of her weight against him, her back arcing and her arms desperately trying to pull from the iron grip that had encircled them at the wrist. Her growl still raging from her throat but with the slightest fearful note now as she felt his teeth press to her throat, shocking and cold as steel despite his warm breath on her neck. She did not thrash quite so hard now, but still she squirmed, now shivering violently, even panting, as he held her in his teeth, inches away from death. The coyote steeled herself, squeezing her brilliant yellow-gold eye shut. |