[M]I'm gonna show you crazy
02-28-2017, 06:54 AM
She followed his movement only to break away after they enter the ship. He found relief in being left alone again. Something he had been trying to avoid his entire life since the death of Rykeros Asmodeus. The touch of another was to him a hurtful thing. He had always known to lash out and use his anger to hurt others but he didn't know how to be gentle. It had never been shown to him. Her gentleness with him confused and shocked him. He knew how to bite and force a woman into submission or even to force one into his bed, but now Vianni had shaken his world with something he didn't know. The way she had caressed his scar and seemed to mourn over the fact he had them it left him numb, and confused about what he was supposed to do. This was new territory to him.
His paws moved him to the captains quarters, his sanctuary inside the ship. His bed had been obtaining many furs by now and he dropped the male before he set about skinning him. His actions were like a machine's, automatic and done without thinking. He felt hollowed and empty inside. Even Vianni's return to him wasn't noticed. Her words he heard but had no response for. His eyes watered and in the darkness he allowed for them to run down his cheeks. After the male was skinned he dragged it's sorry hide to the bed where he laid it flat with the the others. His emotions he was still fighting with but now every ounce of anger had vanished and it left him feeling exposed to the world. Anger had been the only thing he had known in a long time and now he didn't have it to hide behind.
His eyes moved to her now crying form, a dullness inside them. The anger that made the gaze burn normally was all but vanished leaving his eyes to reveal everything. Without anger he knew exactly what he was, a broken she'll of a man that had known too much hurt in his life to trust another. She was lucky to even know a faint glimmer of that trust. His form moved like a robot then, needing something he could not describe. He moved closer wordlessly only to use the only knowledge he had in his life to aim a more tender bite at the crying woman's scruff. And wordlessly he aimed to pull her to the bed, though halfway across the room would she find his fangs retreating, and him walking with his shoulder against her hip.
As he reached the bed once more he gently climbed on. His form then aiming to gently wrap around hers if she had continued to follow, if not then he would lay there with his head turned away from her, until she got the silent message. If she did keep coming with him and laid with him his head would drop over her nape. If this was how someone was gentle then he was passing this class with flying colors. His ears pinned back in the silence and even her apology had seemingly gone unheard.
His paws moved him to the captains quarters, his sanctuary inside the ship. His bed had been obtaining many furs by now and he dropped the male before he set about skinning him. His actions were like a machine's, automatic and done without thinking. He felt hollowed and empty inside. Even Vianni's return to him wasn't noticed. Her words he heard but had no response for. His eyes watered and in the darkness he allowed for them to run down his cheeks. After the male was skinned he dragged it's sorry hide to the bed where he laid it flat with the the others. His emotions he was still fighting with but now every ounce of anger had vanished and it left him feeling exposed to the world. Anger had been the only thing he had known in a long time and now he didn't have it to hide behind.
His eyes moved to her now crying form, a dullness inside them. The anger that made the gaze burn normally was all but vanished leaving his eyes to reveal everything. Without anger he knew exactly what he was, a broken she'll of a man that had known too much hurt in his life to trust another. She was lucky to even know a faint glimmer of that trust. His form moved like a robot then, needing something he could not describe. He moved closer wordlessly only to use the only knowledge he had in his life to aim a more tender bite at the crying woman's scruff. And wordlessly he aimed to pull her to the bed, though halfway across the room would she find his fangs retreating, and him walking with his shoulder against her hip.
As he reached the bed once more he gently climbed on. His form then aiming to gently wrap around hers if she had continued to follow, if not then he would lay there with his head turned away from her, until she got the silent message. If she did keep coming with him and laid with him his head would drop over her nape. If this was how someone was gentle then he was passing this class with flying colors. His ears pinned back in the silence and even her apology had seemingly gone unheard.
Lucifer is a grade A jerk. His threads and all posts are rated M for mature. He is cannibalistic and has a tendency to force himself onto anything with four legs. He is bipolar though so he can also be a very nice guy, though also could have a mood change mid thread. You have been forewarned.
As his mate Azariah is allowed in any and all of Lucifer's threads. Unless stated otherwise Lucifer is assumed to be accompanied by his companion, a Wolverine named Noctis.
As his mate Azariah is allowed in any and all of Lucifer's threads. Unless stated otherwise Lucifer is assumed to be accompanied by his companion, a Wolverine named Noctis.