DEATH ON A QUEEN-SIZED BED

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? there is a subtle hint of satisfaction laden within her mismatched gaze as his amusement dissipates, belligerence now seeping from his dark pores as he registers her acrimonious sentiment -- evidently unimpressed by her intrepid demeanor. yet even as the tenor of his threatening vocals shatters the momentary silence of their surroundings, the criminal smirk engraved into her marred countenance is unrelenting, fervent pupils fixated upon his behemoth form as he indicates his incentive to physically dominate her by settling into a defensive stance. pleasure flares within the phantom?s chest cavity as she realizes her success of goading the goliath into battle, mentally preparing herself for the damage he was sure to inflict upon her smaller and less-imposing body; however, as the brute removes his barbed harness, her confidence increases. her own defenses are secured as she awaits the inevitable bloodshed: amethyst and metallic gaze narrowing to thinned slits as her ears sew against the contours of her crown, abdominal muscles tensing to tighten her core as her tail extends outward from her rump, aligned with the remainder of her spinal column. hackles bristle along the length of her spine as her skull lowers defensively over her breast, chin tucking tightly against the curvature of her scrunched neck while her shoulders roll forward to further encumber the entirety of her precious vitals in a protective halo of excess flesh and fat. limbs spread equally apart beneath her tensed body and bend slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity while her weight is distributed evenly among all four appendages, her toes splaying and nails grappling the soil beneath her to retain balance and traction. finally, ravenous jaws unhinge and her frayed lips peel back to expose the serrated incisors that crave to inflict their wrath into their next victim?s dark flesh, menacing and gluttonous all the same.



the phantom grants her brutish adversary the initiative to attack, pupils focused in upon his central chest cavity to better predict his maneuvers before they actually occur. and as he surges forward to lay waste to the distance that separates them, the elysius tyrant allows for him to do just that -- fully understanding that with his hefty weight, attempting to meet his charge would likely result in further damage upon herself. therefore, the deity remains stationary until a few moments prior to their presumed collision, widely stepping to her own left as her hips simultaneously pivot to her own left in attempt to bring her body perpendicular to the outside of his right shoulder. such strategic maneuvers make his attempted assaults void, as she is no longer directly within his range, and the deity surpasses the urge to smirk as her own pallid form remains unsullied of wounds. ravenous jaws thus begin to extend towards his right eye in hopes of prying the amethyst from its socket { an operation she had performed multiple times before } -- however, the aspired carnage she hoped to inflict upon him is stopped short as shock takes the phantom by the reins.



insurmountable fury races through the elysius? iron veins as she registers the pain imposed upon the outside of her left shoulder and upon the center portion of her left-sided neck, red seeping violently from the deep trenches carved throughout her pale flesh by the boy?s companion. a snarl wrenches free of unslaked jaws as she attempts to thrust forward and into the behemoth?s right shoulder with the exact center portion of her broadened chest cavity, aspiring to both forcibly remove the albino creature from its grasp and hoping, too, to utilize her weight to knock her adversary off balance. the phantom no longer retains the patience to play this game -- she is ambitious to pin him beneath her, to put an end to this charade and use him for the purpose she had bestowed upon his head from the get-go.