Lips Of An Angel

N/A · 07-10-2013, 04:46 PM

She. Still. Wouldn't. Leave. Fuck dammit, did this fucking child not understand the severity of his words?! He could kill her for hell's sake! And yet she didn't move, stayed planted exactly where she was, not budging, not making any movements to tell him that she was going to heed his words and run for the hills, back to the safety of her family. Were all children like this? This only strengthened his hatred and furious dislike of them. They were insolent, sniveling little creatures that were too stupid to realize when a hungry, vicious predator was staring them down their fucking face. Any other child would've run for the hills the moment his bellow burst into the atmosphere, but this little nymph had come running towards him instead of away from him. Where was her sense of self-preservation, of fear? Every wolf had it, though some were able to ignore it or completely turn it off. But she was just a pup. She couldn't do that. Could she?

He watched from the corner of his eyes as she reclined back onto her haunches, his chin tucked against his chest, arched in the way equine's often did, ears flattened against his skull yet still attentive of her every move. No words came from the nymph's lips, just stunned silence. Was she finally realizing how fucked up the world around her was? Not everyone was like her family. Not everyone had everyone else's best interests at heart. He could hear the raspy breathing from the youth, a type of breathing only experienced when short of breath or those choking back on tears. Tears. She was crying? Nasals twitched, searching for the salty scent of tears. He could taste it; it was faint, but it was there. He dared not turn to see if she really was, afraid of the expression he was going to see written across his dual-colored face. How was she doing this to him? Why was she making him feel like this? It made absolutely no sense. He was a predator. Incapable of feeling anything towards anyone. He didn't have a heart. It had long since died as a child. And yet he could feel something stirring in his chest, a pull of sorts attached to the black and white girl. What was it?

The crunching of twigs caught the gargantuan hellion's attention, audits flickering forward with attention, listening as the paw steps became closer. Nasals flared, inhaling an all too familiar scent. Cataleya. What the hell was she doing here. He didn't bother to raise his head, figuring she would come close, but not as close as he could feel her. I believe he said leave. Venom laced words graced the air between her and the youth, causing a reaction in the giant. Despite his injuries and bone-deep aches riddling his entire body, Demyan lifted himself to his paws, jaws clenching together with effort. Trickles of blood began to seep from the covering the little medic had plastered across his chest, crimson drops plopping towards the already blood-soaked earth. He wasn't aware of what he was doing; his body was moving on autopilot, instinct guiding him, though an instinct he had never known he'd had. With stiff movements the large brute moved towards the obsidian and ivory girl, stopping a few inches in front of her only to turn around slowly, cyan gaze raising to meet his sister's coral death stare. Crown was raised, hackles bristling, bruised muscles tensing beneath his bloodied coat. Pale lips curved back over pearly dentures, a snarl working itself up and out his jaws from the depths of his chest. Leave her be. There was the whisper of pain in his voice, but the meaning was clear. Touch her and I will kill you.

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