I've got an elastic heart
12-07-2013, 06:13 AM
ooc;; I apologize for the massive post o_o And the powerplay in assuming that Oddity would just stand there, but with the whole permission thing, I just kinda went with it .-. Felicita pondered this new version of Oddity that was so drastically antithetical from the Oddity she had met not that long ago. The Oddity that had brutally attacked her and taken her against her will seemed to be vanished; the improved rendition that was Oddity was now omnipresent. The young woman did not know what to make of the words that slipped so easily, so earnestly from his tongue. Was this man to be trusted? Thoughts like these would never have occurred to Felicita mere weeks ago; the wholeheartedly trusting woman would have taken the words at face value, but believe it or not, Oddity had taught Felicita a thing or two. He had taught her to question things, to question people. To not throw her faith blindly into every wolf that came along. Despite this, Felicita's rage was far from quelled. It was quite difficult for Felicita to believe Oddity when he spoke about his DNA repelling any form of remorse, and the woman vehemently wished that she could repudiate his claim. However, there was still just enough of the former Felicita in the delicate woman that she could not so callously throw away a claim that genuinely seemed to bother the ebony brute. Therefore, she was at an impasse. Would she believe him, and forgive him? Believe him and inflict her anger upon him regardless? Disbelieve the man and extort her rage in the form of tearing claws, ripping canines? Such questionable possibilities gyrated through her troubled consciousness, lacerating her psyche. Felicita sealed her emerald irises and lowered her head, conflicted. Finally, the young woman could take it no longer. Felicita knew that if she stood there, contemplating Oddity's proposition for much longer, she would tear herself apart. The woman abandoned all pretenses of her caring, trusting self, and acquiesced instinct to ascend the throne in place of rational thought. Felicita unfurled her lids, the verdant green of her orbs a burst of iridescent color against the pure ivory snow. The woman slowly hoisted her head to eye level, staring into Oddity's single blue iris, attempting to bore straight through to his soul, Felicita's gaze burning with the fire from the yawning depths of her heart. She knew what she had to do. Taking those last few steps to close the gap between the two wolves, Felicita ceased movement only when she was precisely nose to nose with the larger brute. Oddity was considerably larger than the delicate woman, but he had given her permission to maim him. Would he fight back? Felicita doubted that; permission didn't quite give the impression of self-defense. The woman's hackles raised, the dark brown fur atop her withers and spine standing at stiff attention. A snarl peeled back onyx lips from pearl-colored canines, threatening notes rumbling from a place deep within her gullet. Attacking with the speed and finesse of a striking snake, Felicita reared back onto her hind legs to provide the woman with the adequate height needed for the maiming she had in mind. Felicita reached to the right of Oddity's head, canines seizing the top half of the brute's left ear. The woman clamped down with every ounce of force available to her, ripping through delicate flesh with teeth that could effortlessly crack an elk's leg bone in two. Deliciously hot blood permeated Felicita's maw, pooling into every crack and crevice between her teeth and gums, and spilling out through the gaps in her lips. The woman yanked her head back with a sharp snap, crashing back to the earth with momentum on her side, Oddity's audit torn in half, with the largest section held between her teeth. The crimson liquid wept down Felicita's chin, her eyes wild with a crazed blood lust. Muscles trembling with the adrenaline that pumped viciously throughout the woman's veins, Felicita took a couple shaky steps backwards so that she could stare Oddity straight in the face. Never once peeling her emerald gaze from Oddity's half blind one, Felicita spat out the rather large chunk of his ear, the mangled flesh dropping onto the snow directly between them. Splatters of crimson stained the white innocence of the ground, much like how Oddity had torn away Felicita's innocence when he butchered the back of her neck and conveyed her to an unknown pack that she had had no prior desire to be a part of. Head held high, Felicita stared Oddity down. Yes, the elegant woman was small in stature, but she made up for her shortcomings with the pride that kept her fully-intact audits pricked to the air, feathery brush curled high over her back in a display of dominance. The woman had not truly earned her right to be the dominant wolf; after all, Oddity had given her permission to maim him. However, Felicita would take each and every opportunity presented to her to show Oddity that he had not beaten her. He had not taken away who she was. He had changed her, yes, but perhaps for the better. A cool breeze rippled through the air, sending the gossamer-like strands of Felicita's fur waving in the wind. With irises sparkling with defiance, head, ears, and tail held high, the woman was the picture of royalty, the blood that continued to drip from her mouth only amplifying the image. She was a wronged queen who had taken back what was rightfully hers. Her pride. Speech, |