Amidst the Crash of Worlds
Seraphina
06-07-2021, 08:45 PM
White-furred ears flicked back to catch the lady's upset words, mocking him for his lack of... what, aggression? She clearly assumed the worst of him, pinning him with the role of murderer despite knowing nothing of what had occurred. That irked him. He didn't care much for a little girl calling him out on not being threatening enough to her. His sleek head snapped back to glance at her over his shoulder, his smile gone, his expression dark. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I not threatening enough for you?" he asked, his voice a sickeningly sweet taunt.
The massive wolf rose back to his full height and turned to face the smaller fae, fixing her with hardened steel-blue eyes. "How about I tell you how I'll show you exactly what that wolf got firsthand? Offer to push your head into the river and hold you down until your heart stops beating and your legs stop kicking?" he growled in his rough, husky timbre. Keeping his intense gaze locked on her young face, Sitka began to stalk closer with slow, deliberate steps, talking every step of the way. The dire wolf was fearless; he had no hesitation closing the space between him and her. "Or I could spend the rest of the day hunting you down like prey. You run, and I'll run you down, taking bites at your legs until you can't run anymore. Then I'll just let you bleed to death slowly wherever you happen to collapse. Or maybe you'd like something more violent? Want me to sink my teeth into your tender throat? Thrash you about and let your heart pump every drop of blood down into your lungs until you can't breathe?"
Sitka continued to come closer, waiting to see if she would turn and run or hold her ground. If she ran, maybe he would pursue her. If she didn't, he would come to loom over her, peering down at the smaller wolf with smoldering gray-blue eyes, considering her for a moment. "Sitka Thánatos," he said with the remnants of a growl in his voice. "Now that you know my name, maybe I should kill you. Can't go telling wolves make-believe stories if you're dead, after all." Sitka's eyes burned into the girl's deep vibrant blues, memorizing her face. Up close to her now, Sitka could better see her and smell her, surreptitiously drawing in her scent with every breath. She smelled delicious, and she was such a lovely little thing, slim and lithe, curvy in the right places, and utterly gorgeous. Gods, the things he wouldn't mind doing to her...
"Go on, little wolf," he husked in his gravelly tone, motioning behind her with a tip of his muzzle. "Run. Run away."
Warning: Sitka is an intensely mature character. Message me for content warnings.
