At the end of the night it's going down
02-02-2014, 04:19 PM
The weary vixen would continue to watch the gore some scene before her, the fear she was beginning to feel inside shining within her gaze. He would stand and drop the severed skull, and she would watch it fall, audits flicking back as it hit the earth with a thud. Blood splattered toward her, but luckily she was not in its proximity. So badly she wanted to move, but her body appeared to be frozen in fear. When he spoke she would shake her head no in response, as she couldn't get herself to speak. Was this really happening? Or was this some twisted dream? She could see the possessive look in his eyes, and it scared her. Usually she was a fearless being, but staring into the eyes of a murder was something she had never experienced before. She would struggle to maintain a clear thought process, and as the man came even closer, her body would naturally react when in danger. She would turn as quickly as physics would allow, and she would make a run for it. Right front paw would kiss the earth as she was half way in the air and in motion, her light defenses set in case he decided to chase her. All she could do now was hope her agility and speed paid off. "Speech" |