this won't hurt a bit
08-15-2013, 01:50 PM
She enjoyed the display of fear that he put on for her at her entrance, but now that she tolled out the ringings of doom, the little male convulsed. It took a little time - it always did - but eventually the full extent of the meaning was eventually made clear. With his hope obliterated, his desperation returned. His bark that she 'couldn't do this' just made the cat have to bite back more laughter. She already had. This fawn-spotted little fluff ball was not the first to fall into her webs, nor would he be the last. She was a dragon, and he her captive. There was no real contest of who was in control, but if he dared to challenge that fact, she would oblige him. She did so enjoy a bit of violence - though brutish force quickly lost it's appeal to her - she preferred more subtle, creative means of getting your way - and this elaborate plan was a perfect example. His next attempt at speech, was bemoaning his innocence. Silverback just flicked an ear. "Oh darling, don't be so self absorbed," she murmured with a laconic blink of those snake-like eyes. "This has nothing to do with you." She spoke quite casually. It was true. The only reason this particular wolf was chosen was because he had been at the right place at the right time - or perhaps, wrong time, from his limited point of view. If he had any responsiblity in the matter, it fell to the fact that he was decent looking as far as mutt's go. As the cat had spoken though it occurred to her that she could handle this in a more artful way. There were many sides to the silver siren, and she could use any number of them to her advantage. She liked this plan because she had that sadistic complex for power that lurks in the breast of just about all felines, but the idea itself had been born of loneliness and a certain desperation of her own. The constant disappointment of futile searching.... the loss of hope... the growing bitterness and sorrow... It had begun to really eat at her soul. She let her round, teddy-bear ears droop slightly to the side. Her tail ceased it's twitching and stopped it lowered slowly to the ground. She cocked her head slightly and looked him over with eyes that, though still rather unreadable, were much softer now. "Please," she murmured, in a voice just tinged with concern. "Don't be angry with me." He had backed up upon her appearance, and now, with a ginger step or two she sought to quietly close some of the gap. If he stiffened though, she would halt where she was. The siren's voice tingued upon apologetic - almost a pleading as she let drip words that were half true. "It-it may be a bit lonely and limiting here at first, but then perhaps you'll come to understand why I did this..." |
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