colder than my heart, if you can imagine.
05-31-2014, 06:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-31-2014, 06:43 PM by Epiphron.)
Rage flowed from her very core, spewing like bile from her lips. Growls that bubbled from deep within her chest erupted into snarls as she felt her teeth collide with his face. She felt little relief from the taste of his blood -- she had not wanted to hurt him, but she wanted him to understand. Betraying her had never been an option, and yet somehow it had happened. Slowly she pulled away from him, her vision hazy and fogged with anger, though there were no tears visible in her sapphire eyes. Slowly she licked his blood from her lips. It tasted bitter and unpleasant, and she winced slightly, as though she had hurt herself in the process. She seethed as she stared at him, watching as he stood still, not leaving despite her plea for him to. Blood began to stain his fur, and she found her gaze straying from whatever damage she had done to him. She loved him, despite what he had done -- but she had always been stubborn and his mistake had been a huge one. "One moment you sound as if you are leaving me," she spoke, her voice more level now, though her tone was scathing and cold. "And now you seem to think I want to stay with you?" A sneer remained on her lips, and her head slowly where it rested on her shoulders, her muzzle tipping toward the ground. "What will stop you from leaving me again?" For anyone else, she might not give a chance, but this was her husband -- the man she had been with since she'd become a yearling. She felt a tightening in her chest, her stomach twisting and turning, but she did not strike him again. |
