Post by rapture on Mar 3, 2009 1:04:55 GMT -5
The words slipping from the female right before the attack went through one ear and out the other. His only focus was to bring upon pain to the femme antagonizing him. As his claws met her flesh, he couldn't help but let off a loud cackling shout. "You thought I was all bark and no bite!" Her loud yelp only tingled his insides and his eyes shook with crazy and thirst as she stumbled away.
He lifted the paw that struck her and began to lick her blood from his claws. "Stupid bitch, you should have known better than to mess with me..." He paused and narrowed his eyes at her, letting off a fierce grin. "I don't like to play around... Much." Rapture laughed loudly.
The mexican brute continued to watch the ivory femme stumble and suffer. Her head swiveled in one direction and remained there. His gaze followed hers, and he too, met the eyes of yet another wolf. Rapture began to grind his teeth roughly together. His grin downsizing to a sneered snarl.
Rapture's orange orbs never left the ebony wolf in the distance, but with the sound of awkward shuffling of feet and whimpers, the brutes attack instinct snapped in place. Without hesitation he chased after the white female. Her steps were uneven and she stumbled quite often, which gave Rapture time to catch up.
The femme finally collapsed to the cold dirt, glancing over her shoulder back at Rapture, who was indeed... Chasing her. The brute slowed himself to a trot as he approached the wounded female. "Why are you running away from me sweetheart? I thought we were getting along pretty good." Her fear only made Rapture more eager and excited.
The brute positioned himself over the terrified femme. He pressed his hard paw on her shoulder and flipped her onto her back. A filthy grin crossed his maw, his teeth bared in a crooked smile. "Are you afraid... My dear?" His eyes widened with delight as they gazed to her wounded paw. "Poor baby..." The brute huffed, lowering his head and glazing his rough tongue against her bloody paw. Then placing his paws on her forelimbs, pinning her tightly to the frozen land.
Bright, bloodthirsty irises gazed back at the stranger in the distance. Rapture continued massaging the femme's paw with his tongue, but his eyes never left the ebony wolf. It was as if he was urging the stranger to come closer. The mexican brute also wondered if this wolf dared attempted to save the helpless female.
Rapture chuckled softly as he rose one of his paws, placing it over the neck of the ivory femme. He pressed most his front weight against her delicate neck. The brute's head shifted over, his eyes in full sight of the shadowed wolf, a starchy grin held onto his bloodied face.
He lifted the paw that struck her and began to lick her blood from his claws. "Stupid bitch, you should have known better than to mess with me..." He paused and narrowed his eyes at her, letting off a fierce grin. "I don't like to play around... Much." Rapture laughed loudly.
The mexican brute continued to watch the ivory femme stumble and suffer. Her head swiveled in one direction and remained there. His gaze followed hers, and he too, met the eyes of yet another wolf. Rapture began to grind his teeth roughly together. His grin downsizing to a sneered snarl.
Rapture's orange orbs never left the ebony wolf in the distance, but with the sound of awkward shuffling of feet and whimpers, the brutes attack instinct snapped in place. Without hesitation he chased after the white female. Her steps were uneven and she stumbled quite often, which gave Rapture time to catch up.
The femme finally collapsed to the cold dirt, glancing over her shoulder back at Rapture, who was indeed... Chasing her. The brute slowed himself to a trot as he approached the wounded female. "Why are you running away from me sweetheart? I thought we were getting along pretty good." Her fear only made Rapture more eager and excited.
The brute positioned himself over the terrified femme. He pressed his hard paw on her shoulder and flipped her onto her back. A filthy grin crossed his maw, his teeth bared in a crooked smile. "Are you afraid... My dear?" His eyes widened with delight as they gazed to her wounded paw. "Poor baby..." The brute huffed, lowering his head and glazing his rough tongue against her bloody paw. Then placing his paws on her forelimbs, pinning her tightly to the frozen land.
Bright, bloodthirsty irises gazed back at the stranger in the distance. Rapture continued massaging the femme's paw with his tongue, but his eyes never left the ebony wolf. It was as if he was urging the stranger to come closer. The mexican brute also wondered if this wolf dared attempted to save the helpless female.
Rapture chuckled softly as he rose one of his paws, placing it over the neck of the ivory femme. He pressed most his front weight against her delicate neck. The brute's head shifted over, his eyes in full sight of the shadowed wolf, a starchy grin held onto his bloodied face.