Freak On a Leash

As if the world was set in slow motion, bone-jarring collisions eclipsed the billows of war; wet, opaline canines bared true in its goring vows, ignorant to the boy’s antecedent comment, for it held no reason to be justified.

What right did they have otherwise?

They dare?

A alveolate, yet breathless grunt purled past seized jowls like a stark-mad sadist –– the sweetmeat, electrifying taste of their rich, irony blood saturated Lebraid’s mouth. Its zesty delicacies sloshed and squelched, achromatic eyes almost forlorn of all normalcy as raw flesh caressed the cacodemon’s tongue, grossly nectareous, desirous. Perchance it enkindled a craze, bedevilled by an intensity so fervent, so untamed, one could practically feel it oozing from the aura that suffused her unpredictable soul. Evil, infernal, a heathen concealed in ghostly garments. However, those chimerical, rotten sensations were quickly torn away; bits of hair wedged itself between teeth, clots of madder-red lacquering Lebraid’s lips in gooey mattes as beads tarnished in falu-hues besmirched the wolf’s chin follicles. She was far from being done, though. Mayhap estranged by past traumas, barbaric sputters combusted in pure chagrin, jacket aflare as defences assumed permanency, protection. There was simply no time to waste, nerves therein cackling with hot adrenaline, potency, a bludgeoning thundersquall that raged in the pits of a living purgatory. Crown lumbering low, gaping jaws attempted to clasp around the carmine kid’s rear-right ankle -- here, there was naught mercy -- games were for the foolhardy and naïve.

Had they not understood this by now?

Exposed vs Ludovic for Spar
Round 2/3
Age: 3
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Fighter & Intellectual

Action. | “Speech.” | Skill.
“Wrong me once, I’ll kill you twice.”