Under the Cypress Trees
08-20-2013, 05:55 PM
Oh how she toyed with his predatory cravings. He wanted to badly to advance forward, swing his paw toward her side, sink his claws into her ribs, pull her close, and pierce his fangs through the soft spot in her skull. Why? Because she was starting to retreat. Ebony pupils widened as she took a step back. In fact, they grew so wide the blue almost disappeared from his eyes. Instinctively his left leg came forward, and along with it came his body. His left leg reached out again with deadly precision, but his body did not follow this time. It put them in the same position before. "Perrito, por qu? se retiran? ?Quieres morir?" (Little doggie, why do you retreat? Do you want to die?) He said as his salmon colored tongue caressed his inky lips. Claws gripped the earth below him as he craved to sink them into something other than her. Why did she have to be so delectable? "That my darling, is up to you- though I do warn you, retreating from my embrace is by far the worst thing to do." He hated speaking in English, he felt like it sounded jumbled and rusty, but he had to for this gal because it was apparent she did not know Spanish. Speech, |
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