Boneweary
12-05-2013, 07:42 PM
Suffering is magic! At least in her book it was, what would you get when you put a psycho, an upstanding citizen, and a bunch of loners together? Chill's hackles raised as she arched her back, she was squirming all over on the inside, she felt her subconscious bouncing up and down, growling and panting, she wanted to slide her tongue across Aranya's body just because her pent up sexual tension at the thought of killing something was driving her insane. Literally. Instead she hunkered down, butt into the air as her front paws splayed into the snow, as she assumed the playful position. Tongue kept moving across her mouth and saliva coated her teeth, jaws snapped together as she wiggled around into the snow. Bed of course they needed to find bed, she wanted a place where she could curl up with her sadistic thoughts and eye Aranya as she slept. Maybe even creep over to her in the middle of the night and lovingly lick at her throat. That wasn't creepy or anything, just a show of affection right? Chill hasn't gone off the deep end or anything like that. Perfectly sane, perfectly sane. "You're right. We better get going then. Don't want to run into a bear in these parts." Her throat vibrated as she stretched forward, allowing the muscles in her back to flex before she shook out her hind legs and trotted behind Aranya. Now most wolves would have seen this behavior from Chill as submissive. But Chill was no wolf in the same sense they where, she was methodically waiting for some sharp cliff or something of the like to shove her companion off of. In her dark musing though she was still listening, and her eye coldly slide over to look at Aranya as she made a quip about having her throat ripped out in the middle of the night. "I will make sure no one touches you, friend." Chill allowed the words to slither against the ice and freeze against the ears of the other she wolf. For the only one that will be killing you is me. You are mine to kill, I found you first. She thought in a jealous fog. Killing someone was a true show of love, you adored them so much you wanted to keep them with you forever, their heart near your heart, their blood pumping through your veins. Yes, Aranya would be her kill. Speech, |
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