I've been thinking about you all day baby
08-16-2013, 04:04 PM
Nickolai watched the wolf across the lake with mild curiosity, topaz gaze unwavering, his elongated tail lashing gently behind spotted haunches, his attention dancing between Demyan and the white wolf. He tilted his head to one side in curiosity as the wolf froze in her tracks, fear evident in her posture even from this far. So she was scared of Demyan was she? A gentle smirk pulled at feline lips; now he was really interested in who this wolf was. I take it you two know each other? He spoke, stating the obvious. I tried killing her some time ago and the bitch got away because her noble packmates arrived to defend her. Came the rumbling growl in response, the events from that day replaying in the man's head. He had been so close to taking her when her bastard packmates had come and ruined his entire plan. But she was completely alone this time; no one was around for miles. Would he finish what he had started all that time ago?
His paws began to stir beneath him, moving underneath the water as he cut a path through it, cyan gaze intent on the ivory woman, Nickolai gliding beside him. Kill her, and finish what he started, or allow her to walk away with her life. If Orica was here, the obvious choice would be to allow her to walk away scott free, but his little medic wasn't here. And he was beginning to wrestle with the two choices. He could feel the familiar blood-lust singing through his veins, coaxing him to finish what he'd started, to taste her sweet blood and fill the air with her pathetic cries. But if he killed her, he would have to tell Orica. There was no way he would be able to keep something like that from her. If he killed her, would Orica go back on her word and abandon him forever? He wrestled with his inner demons, large frame coming to a halt in the water, only a few feet from where the woman stood on the earth, her lips pulled back against her daggers. Nickolai padded onto the shore, giving his spotted coat a quick shake before slinking forward, topaz gaze roaming the wolf's body as he circled her, tail lashing behind him. Demyan watched his companion circle the woman, his features appearing to be etched of stone as he fought his inner battle, gaze never wavering from her mismatched one.
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