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Desperation[MATURE]



Gerhardt


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07-21-2013, 03:51 PM




It had all happened so fast, but now that he was safely on top of her, paws on either side of her neck to prevent her from wriggling out of his grasp, he felt powerful - strong. As he was bearing down on her, fangs splayed wide in a visual display of his dominance, he knew that he had won. He watched her reel in her paws protectively, especially the injured one. He wondered how badly it pained her, how long it would take to heal before she inevitably came back and gave him a run for his money again. She barked her insane words in his face, snapping at him aggressively despite her position beneath him. "Haunt me if you must, but I'm closing the book on us. I'm moving on, I only pity that you can't seem to do the same." She was nothing but a shell of what she once was, a pitiful, insane shell. She would never be the woman he remembered her to have been, and he would never be the man she'd once seen him as. Things changed, wolves grew, love was lost. It was time to move on, even if she couldn't manage - he would. His life was his for the taking, and he planned on doing just that. Seracia would be placed in capable paws, and he would do just as he'd always dreamed - he would live for himself, one-hundred percent. He remained above her, intent upon being sure she wasn't going to continue this madness any longer. He could feel blood trailing down his back and over the sides of his neck, pooling and caking into the thick plush mane of fur she'd ravaged. He could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins, thick and viscous. Life was about to change for the better - he could taste it. Robin screeched in a nearby tree, jaws clicking viscously. She hated the woman who had shed Gerhardt's blood, and would have continued attacking had it not been for him commanding her otherwise. He felt her paws kick at his underside, but the light pressure wasn't something he couldn't handle. His lip curled up higher and quivered as he spoke again. "I will only get off when you swear to let my comrades and I leave in peace." Ideally he would get off when she passed out from exhaustion, but he had a feeling his patience would run thin before that happened. He didn't have all day to tower over her.



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