Take Me Under [M]
04-06-2013, 02:10 AM
Pain, white hot pain, shot through her shoulder like lightning. Muscles spasmed and nerves screamed as the indigo bitch bit down on her like she was a fucking midday snack. A high pitched noise filled the air, and it took her a moment to realize it was her, screeching profanities mixed within agonized yelps. Burnt orange ears flipped back against her skull as her jowls rose, revealing rows of pearly whites. A snarl escaped her as the teeth in her shoulder were replaced with a paw against her chest. "Fuckin' bitch," she spat, green eyes blazing in a mixture of pain and fury. It took more strength than she'd ever admit to to repress the instinctual need to show submission to the creature looming over her, bloody muzzle so close, so potent. No way in hell would she ever give the slut the satisfaction. Fable; defiant until the very end. "Why the fuck would I lie about my name, ya fuckin' physco!?" she growled out between clenched teeth. She could feel the blood swelling from the puncture wounds and seeping into her fur like a warm caress, staining her ginger fur an ugly off-black hue. It would be annoying as hell to clean out-- yet another reason for her to pissed to high hell. "My name is Fable, do ya want me to spell it out for ya, ya idiot? I was born as Fable, raised as Fable, and now I live as Fable." The petite she-wolf wanted to scream, rave, and maybe even throw the brute against a rockface a couple dozen times. Anything to releash the pure, lethal wrath that was swelling in her gut. How frustrating it was to be questioned when it came to who she was. As if she could mess something like that up? It was like telling a bird it couldn't fly. Infuriating. "Do I look fuckin' dead to ya? Huh!? Do ya hear me!? I. Am. Fable. Get it through yer thick skull." Her throat felt raw, even though by now her tone had lowered to a soft rumble. The uncertainty in the she-wolf's eyes was giving her pause, a reason to hold back her anger for just a moment longer. Even through the blood haze that threatened to overcome her mind, she was able to recognize an oppertunity when she saw one. The bitch was second guessing herself, showing weakness. If she played her cards right, maybe she could get out alive, or at the very least without any more blood loss. |