Second Chances All Around
02-21-2014, 02:41 PM
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MADE FROM THE PIECES OF YOUR GAME The mirth glittering in his damned sea foam optics pissed her off all the more, and she wanted desperately for her smack to his snout to have done more to hurt him, and for her attacks to his torso to hurt him more. When he admitted his joy that the clan had fallen, she snapped her jaws shut inches from his face and snarled more profanities at him. When he continued his infuriatingly calm speech, lying his little heart out about how Tarrock had attacked him from behind and drowned him, the beastly femme growled. A liar to the core. "Tarrock explained that you two were walking, and suddenly you attacked him, so he fought back and left you to die. When you didn't return, he found a trail of blood leading away from the clan, and you were labelled a traitor." She spat angrily, baring her teeth at him and lashing out once more with a forepaw to strike his muzzle. Still he ranted and raved about how cruel the clan was, how poorly he was treated and how horrid it all was. Whining little whelp. "You complain, and yet you were one of the worst." She spat, grinning devilishly with a dark gleam to her eerie, fire and ice pools. She wanted to push each and every one of his buttons, to make him want to hurt her, to be blinded with rage, and then fall victim to her jaws. He looked up to the sky, almost exasperated by the look of things. He soon stepped off of her chest, watching her and challenging her to try something. When he mentioned trusting him in his statements, the ebony furred soldier would only scoff and glare at him. Without thinking, the bitch lunged forwards and brought her jaws crashing together on his nose, wanting to make him scream in pain. The nose was an important thing, and very sensitive to attack. She wanted him to cry out, to beg her for mercy, and she wanted it all now. "Speech" |