Caught in a Storm
05-01-2013, 08:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-01-2013, 08:35 PM by Domovei.)
It seemed very much as though he had lost all control of his body. No longer could he rationalize his actions, nor could he pause to consider the consequences of what he was doing in attacking this stranger. Pure rage had bubbled up from his very core, an uncontrollable presence that had lived inside him for as long as he could remember. His subordination to his brother had often quelled the beast inside, but alone, he felt powerless to its temptations. It spoke to him in silent tones, convincing him the world was out to get him, that this girl was certainly following him, and that his Queen would never allow her slave to be stalked. No, she had to be stopped, and he deserved nothing less than to feel her blood dripping down his throat and hear her begging for forgiveness... The small wolf nearly slipped on the sopping grass as he sought to pounce on Ashtoreth, aiming to pull her to the ground with him. While she became quickly frigtened, he too panicked, suddenly not sure whether he could handle her on his own. Though he was able to catch hold of her, she was agile enough to slip away, sending him sliding towards the earth. In his mind flashed the image of Newt, the woman who had dominated him so effortlessly, whose words had pierced the very center of his being, soothing him. Comforting him. He was the dominated; and while he had no desire to bring about a slave of his own, no pressing urge to make the girl before him submit, he certainly lusted for her blood, wanted her pain to make itself known. Order! There needed to be order. Justice needed to be served when a wrong had been done. And if he was the one to administer such order, so be it. "Lex talionis!" Eyes widened as adrenaline coursed through his veins, his body growing suddenly hot, as though his very limbs were on fire. The same kind of light burned in his green eyes, expression contorting to something even more deranged. A slight twist of his lips, a tongue lolling between parted jaws -- and then! Aha! He clambered from his fallen position onto all fours, aiming to snap at her legs with his unhinged jaws. He would retreat if the fight was one he was guaranteed to lose, but he longed to feel her skin rip as his teeth aimed for one of her hind legs. |