Where The Edges Blur

Waste.

The time seemed to be deteriorating the female's state of mind, her tears, the whine, it was music to his ears. But this was the way of the predator, patience, drawing out the fear and irrational thoughts that would take over someone's mind and completely ruin them in time. This was the easy part, this was the part where he didn't even have to work, where no form of dominance would be needed except a sharp word, flattened ears, or a bite or two to the scruff to remind the victim that they where exactly that, just a victim.

The shake of her legs seemed to only excite the male more, his foreleg lifting as he attempts to place it somewhere upon her back and lightly push down. "We will purify you," the dark words where spoken with a sharp edge in his voice, the growl just trailing down from his lips. The same lips that his tongue ran hungrily across. "After, we will keep you near our side..." he spoke thoughtfully, his ears twitching upon his head.

"Af-ter th-at, we shall have your as-cen-sion done by the bl-o-od that shall be cr-ea-ted here today," The male states, his voice trailing slowly, the syllables being broken apart in a casual manner.


"Speech"
'thoughts'