Vigor
01-15-2014, 04:25 PM
The obsidian sultan would rip backwards with a remarkable amount of force, freeing the boy instantly of his genitalia. He would back peddle a few hefty steps, cold gaze resting upon the floundering mutt as a heinous snicker parted charcoal lips. This was oddly entertaining, but time was ticking, and the monarch had far better things to accomplish than this- though it was always arousing to draw a stranger's blood. He would prowl toward the writhing child, a bitter glare consuming his features as words slipped effortlessly off an accented tongue. "Agony now, happiness tomorrow." The pooch may feel discomfort now, but come tomorrow morning he would wake up a new woman. The thought brought a smidge of laughter to the feline king as he turned away from the scene, lengthily strides carrying him away from the annoyance writhing on the ground. Any more time wasted here and he would go insane. -EXIT KUS UNLESS STOPPED- |