what's a girl to do
He wondered what might be going through the Mountain Lion's head. If there was regret, panic, or sheer anger? They could have all continued on about their night had it just minded it's own. Yet, here they were, in the midst of battle while the moon hung heavy overhead. His Bride created another opening, even saving him from an assault from the feline as she chewed down on the paw. This time, he didn't waste the advantage presented, and took his opportunity to execute the killing blow at the exposed neck. Moments stilled, and as the life of the creature before them drained away, their own futures were secured by no longer being near a threat. He didn't let his fangs remain too long in it's neck and soon dropped the weight of the creature to the ground with a loud thud. His head instantly snapped around, looking for his daring bride. He hardly wasted a moment before he attempted to shove up against her, bloodied chest looking to close their distance. It was no embrace however; and instead his snout went to nuzzling hard against her figure, searching for each and every wound. Every scathe to her beauty. "You have lost all reason." His words are sharp, cold, gaze idly glancing back to the dead corpse afar - the proof of their feat. "In fact, you have made all of this extremely hard. Why? Why are you not pleased with the life you have the opportunity to live with me?" Straight to the point, the adrenaline rushing his veins causing his patience to thin and his desire for answers to become truth. |