My Automatic Action

The chuckle that ran through his deep chest was dark in Noir’s amusement of her pitiful attempts to return to her feet. She had tenacity if not the talent and body mass to back her attitude up. The large Destruction brute circled around her, he was still interested but there was little else she could offer him now. ”Coulda, if you weren’t so weak.” He spit at her, suddenly reminded of his childhood. A time he didn’t enjoy thinking about, but now that he was able to lord over the wrecked little woman he felt like he was finally returning his revenge on Poem for humiliating him so long ago.

Noir laughed with more heart, but it was still a foreboding sign as she tried to stand and take him on once more. His laugh was cut off short as he returned to loom over her. He aimed to place one huge paw on her shoulder blades. Noir would press unfeelingly into the gaping wound that he’d given her as he leaned down to her ear. ”You’re nothing compared to me.” He growled in a whisper at her ear, his teeth just barely brushing the short fur of her delicate appendage.

The huge brute would snap his teeth at her ear and then as quickly as they’d met he’d leave her. Noir would turn to go, satisfied with his play toy and ready to go on to the next.