Lock Me Behind Bars But Not My Soul.
10-10-2013, 02:00 AM
Finally the woman would topple, making the life threatening mistake of ripping the flesh from her throat by her seemingly own accord. Foolish. But the oddity would not complain, swiftly the marked girl would launch towards the now laying form of Keita; watching with satisfaction as she spluttered over the ground before her. Mind clouded by venomous adrenaline a pale forepaw would come to press against the weak mature?s nape, to push it until she exposed the left side of her pale face. So effortless it would be, so sinister, so sickening. For a moment the inexperienced babe would dread the initial taste of wolf blood, but still her jaws would lower to the cheek of the prisoner; briskly hooking her lower canines in under the lip as far as she could manage. A deep breath, and the maim would be inflicted; clenching ivories tightly as she would rip towards the ear, hopefully feeling skin and flesh away from bone, to shred the side of her face to an extent where she would never be beautiful ever again. She was stripped of her dignity, and she was left there to bask beneath her pain. The vixen reversing a couple of meters from the opposing wench, to gaze reluctantly down upon her efforts. Her stomach would churn as emotion threatened to overpower adrenalin, a faint sense of guilt coiling her heart. But alas, she was stronger than that, and the woman would swiftly turn and take her leave. -- exit satis? |
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