YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE
10-09-2013, 10:08 AM
posting from the iPad, I also would like to get this wrapped up before she gives birth c:
Incisors penetrated the tender flesh adorning the hellion's neck, causing a rumble of satisfaction to reverberate the ex-sovereign's larynx as the metallic tang of blood graced her eager taste-buds. Limbs instinctively bent at the knee to enable swift movement in preparation for the worst-case scenario should the goliath attempt retaliation, but the defensive mechanism was all for naught for the brute insisted upon stiffening at her bite, growing rigid in stance rather than loose as the wench assumed he might have. Triangular ears swiveled backwards out of sheer confusion as a throaty cackle breached the atmosphere, sending vibratory waves along the length of the babe's submerged canines, indicating that it was her victim who had emitted the blood-curdling chortle. In an attempt to cease any further vocalizations from the male and to instill fear within his very core, the babe allowed further pressure to build up within her jaws, intending to tighten her grasp upon his throat to remind the bastard who was dancing on the edge between life and death and exactly who was the deciding factor in the other's fate. Still he persisted, this time allowing words to vacate the premises of his mouth rather than cruel laughter, irritating the viper all the more as she registered his speech. Mercury eyes rolled in their sockets and her jaws slackened to relinquish her grip to his jugular, tossing her skull to the side while she discarded him in hopes of lacerating his throat just slightly out of pure spite. Serpentine limbs propelled the pallid fiend feet away from the male to widen the distance between them, hoping to grant herself with enough leeway to flee the scene in the case that the brute's actions should warrant it, turning back to face him as he permitted her explanation. "Congratulations are in order, my friend," the wretched woman smirked as she tipped her skull in his direction, a devious gleam dancing across the surface of her metallic depths as she surveyed him. "You're going to be a father, and more importantly: a dad." |