too sick to pray
10-14-2014, 09:16 PM
He should have killed her as soon as she had dropped at his paws and he was reined victorious over her limp form. He should have ended it all right then and there but something had still stilled his jaws as he had poised himself above her. Eventually he had grabbed her by the scruff and begun dragging her, walking only a few hundred meters at a time as he attempted to drag her. It was a long, gruelling process. The male switching between pulling her so her limp body dragged beneath him, so he had to move his legs around her form, and half fireman carrying carrying her with her draped over his back though more times then not it would end up with her falling less then gracefully to the ground. Somehow, though, he made it back. He would drag her limp form across Arcanum boarders and spit her scruff from his mouth so her head would drop to the ground. For a moment he would stand above her, acidic gaze boring into her features before he would take a few steps away from her and allow haunches to drop quite gruffly to the found. Head would tip back and a languid howl would slither from his lips, calling for Cataleya. He had a present for her... HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |
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