Have a Little Fun

Despite the humor he was throwing her way and the good-nature of his banter and demeanor, Venom simply stared down at him in a manner that was cold and stolid, almost frighteningly mechanical. There was no smile or sign of mirth on her face anymore. Her eyes showed no enjoyment or spirit. Venom had become more machine than living being, and it caused Maverick's grin to falter slightly. He had just been having some fun with the uptight she-wolf; why was she being such a poor sport about it all? There was an almost predatory look in her purple-hued eyes while she slid a white paw up to the hollow of his throat and pressed down, not quite choking him but definitely letting him feel the pressure of her weight along with the price of deadly sharp claws against his tender skin. Maverick refused to show any signs of fear or concern though, cocky smirk on his face all the while. If this was where he was going to die, at least Death wore a pretty face to take him away with. Shame he wouldn't get to stick it in her for one last hurrah before he went. She was certainly well more than attractive enough!

Then, as he admitted defeat, Venom chuckled, but still didn't smirk or smile, making the sound very foreboding where it should have been humorous. She warned him that he shouldn't have doubted her, and he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I wasn't dou-" But the brute's words were cut off when Venom pressed her paw into his throat harder. Now the smile left Mav's face, a crooked smirk remaining as turquoise eyes darkened and flashed with smoldering threat. "Far bigger and stronger than you have tried to take more from me, lass. You are the prettiest, though. You sure you wanna do that?" he retorted, completely unfazed by her threatening growl. Instead, he lifted a paw towards her muzzle, wiggling his digits at the end of her nose. "If you've got that much of a foot fetish, go for it. I can think of much more fun parts of me to put in your mouth though, if you're looking for a good time."

The alabaster and navy brute shot a suggestive wink up to his captor. Perhaps it wasn't wise of him to toe the line of luck with an angry alpha pinning him to the ground, but Maverick never claimed to be a wise wolf. He simply didn't care. He lived life fast and loose, taking every chance he could get his paws on. Life was fleeting. Sometimes it worked out; sometimes it didn't. But one thing he always made sure of was that he got even with whoever wronged him. He was testing Venom now, seeing just what she'd do, what kind of wolf she really was. She could have a few of his toes with a snap of her jaws. Sure, it'd hurt like hell now... but it'd be a pity to have to start doing things to hurt such a pretty lady in return.

"Maverick"