Broken [Zitao]

[Angel]

(warning: will most likely be a mature thread)


A slender white wolfess raced through the hills of Tiayr, her pelt a flash of light in the darkness of the night as she madly tried to escape whatever was following her. Angel had long since forgotten what had spooked her in the first place – nothing but pure terror fueled her mind now as her long legs strove to cover as much distance as possible, as if that would help her escape her imaginary demons.

If she had stopped to think, she might have realised that she was heading in the wrong direction entirely. If there was anywhere she could be safe it would be in the lands of Kamari or Acerbus, surrounded by her packmates (who, enen though most didn’t like her, would surely protect the huntress in order to protect their supply of free food). She certainly wasn’t safe out here in the loner lands, where any number of twisted and murderous wolves haunted the shadows.

Suddenly the ground in front of her disappeared underneath her paws – a sudden downward slope where she had expected flat ground. Angel’s momentum was too great from her high speed sprint; she tumbled head over heels down the steep bank, her fragile figure battered by blows from the uncaring rocks until she landed with a splash in icy cold water. The pretty she wolf’s jaws parted wide in a scream from the shock of the frigid lake, and she hurriedly dragged herself to the shore where she collapsed, whimpering in fear. She wanted desperately to get away from the cold liquid lapping at her belly, but she didn’t think she could. Her body hurt all over, especially her right front paw, which felt as though it had been twisted during her fall. So wide blue eyes fixated firmly on the dark water, watching out for the monsters she was sure were lurking under the surface, and oblivious to anything which may be coming up from behind her.

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He watched. He was a shadow, his black fur blending seamlessly into that of the night. Only his eyes stood out, yellow against the backdrop of greys and muddled browns. He watched the seemingly misplaced wolf, her coat too bright for such a dark place and time. She raced through the thick shadows, although from what Zitao could not tell. It didn't matter, anyway. He could feel the darkness skirting around the edge of his vision. It was heavy in his chest, the monster clawing at his mind, begging for attention. He kept a tight leash on it, not wanting the blood of yet another sewn into his coat. This lone wolf was tempting enough as it was, away from the safety of whoever it was that usually kept her from danger. Only three types of wolves wandered around at night; the lost, the naive, and the dangerous. He wondered briefly which this pale coated wolf was. Anyone who ran that fast with no excuse couldn't be dangerous. The wicked had nothing to fear, in fact it was them who so haunted the dreams of the weak. Zitao was no exception. His was the name that was whispered through trembling jaws, or spoken across timid circles of wolves, a meek attempt in scaring the pups so that they dare not wander into the forest alone. He was the whisper at night, the breath down your neck when you thought you were alone. He was death itself.

The she-wolf tumbled down the bank of the lake, droplets of water flying through the air to land on the dirt and grass surrounding it. Zitao did not laugh, but rather stepped forward, a toxic grin spreading across his face as a pitiful sound escaped her jaws. It made him wonder what other sounds she could make, what her song was when she wished for a death that wouldn't come. Oh, how he could make her sing-
No.
He was not going to kill her. He was not in such a desperate situation that he couldn't control himself. Not yet anyways. He followed the arch of the waters edge, eyes fixed on her panting form. She was staring at the water, black under the empty sky. Sure, it could hold any sorts of creatures lurking beneath the surface, but those were mere suggestions of danger. Zitao, on the other hand, was very real. 

"Hello, love."

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Ooc: *waves goodbye to any chance I had of convincing you that Zi wasn't evil*
this is a new table, so I am still trying to figure out the colouring and stuff. Can you see the words well enough, or should I try to find a better text colour? Also, what do you think about the yellow for speech? I am still trying to work everything out (/.\)

[Angel]

The black water was captivating in its stillness; not even the barest of ripples disturbed its surface. And yet the frightened white she wolf was convinced that something invisible was moving closer, about to lunge out of the murky depths, grasp her with its deadly talons, and drag her under for eternity. The femme’s breaths came in ragged gasps and her whole body shook as her terrified mind imagined her gruesome fate.

She was just beginning to calm down a bit from the shock of her tumble when a low voice spoke suddenly out of the darkness, and sent her again into full panic mode. Angel’s head whipped around to face... what she hoped was a wolf. With the way his shadowy pelt blended into the pitch black night, she could barely make out his form – all she could really see was a pair of yellow eyes which gleamed in an unsettling way. He could be the monster she had been fearing, for all she could tell. Or worse.

“Help me, please help me… I don’t want to die!” The words streamed from the vulnerable female’s maw almost incomprehensibly in her rush to say them, and she wasn’t even sure who they were directed at. This male who had appeared at her side out of nowhere was just as alarming as her imagined monster beneath the waters, and she had a horrible feeling that he wasn't going to be her saviour tonight. “Who are you? What do you want?!” Blue eyes stared up at yellow, and Angel realised how much he must tower over her even while she was standing. She attempted to stand up so that she would be able to back away, but when she tried to put weight on her front paw it hurt too much – she let out another pained yelp, but managed to struggle to three of her paws, holding the other slightly off the ground. “No, no… I don’t want to die,” she whined again.

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The girl looked terrified, even that being quite the understatement. Zitao watched her in both amusement and curiosity, offering no help with her struggle. Her eyes were fixated on the still water, sending ripples out with every movement of her shuddering form. It was a pity, really, to waste the dark beauty of the lake, reflecting the sky above it. The windless night let it lay still, as if it was holding it's breath, ready to erupt at any moment in a spray of choking shadows. Her head turned at the deep timbre of his voice, her eyes holding delicious, irresistible fear. She was scared and weak, not in need of respect or the wasting of his time. He would not play around for long.

"Be still, little one." he crooned, as if talking to a child, "The reaper will not come for your soul tonight, even when you beg for his presence." He looked above her head, his eyes dragging dully over the dead water, "What is it that you fear so badly? There are no monsters here. They do not dare even grovel in my sight." His teeth glinted in a deadly grin, his eyes once again fixed on the wolfs petite form. "My name is Zitao, and what I want will be revealed all in good time. But tell me, who are you? It is not wise to be running about in a night as deep as this one. Surely you must be running from something?" Although he doubted that there was anything for him to be worried of, he was not so foolish as to blindly get involved in a strangers business. No, he wanted to know what they were about first.

Zitao watched her struggle, face pulling slightly into a frown. He didn't like his toys broken before he could even play with them. She crouched beneath him, staring up as she repeated yet again that she didn't want to die. Was she in shock? Hysterics? He couldn't tell, and knew it was not worth the trouble of figure it out. All would be revealed, in time. "Do not worry yourself over petty assumptions. I have no plans to kill you." His voice was calm as he stepped towards her cowering form, a falsely reassuring smile teasing the corners of his mouth. "Not now nor later. I am not that merciful."

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[Angel]

The petrified white tundra femme was frozen, rooted to the spot as she stared wide-eyed up at the demon in the shadows. His crooning voice did nothing to soothe her fears, the unsettling tone instead sending shivers down her spine. The words were certainly not comforting either, even as he promised that she would not die tonight. What he talked about sounded even worse than death, if that were even possible, and even if he hadn’t intended to be threatening she still wouldn’t have believed that she was safe. What did he know about the reaper? He surely did not have the power to summon him or to send him away whenever his presence was not wanted... unless this wolf in front of her truly was a monster of the underworld.

She didn’t bother answering his question about who she was – such petty formalities were totally insignificant when she had so many other problems to deal with right now, such as his second question about what was chasing her. “I don’t know!” The pretty girl wailed. “I just have the feeling… something is coming. Something is after me, I swear…” Her panic stricken state had lasted for so long now that she couldn’t remember what had been the source of her fear. In fact, this was turning into one of her longest episodes yet, and it didn’t look as if she would be calming down any time soon.

Angel’s poor heart was beating double time, and she felt sick to her core. There was no easy way out of this situation; if it were possible she would sprint in the opposite direction from Zitao, run far away until she collapsed from sheer exhaustion. But alas, even she in her hysterical state of mind could comprehend that she could never outpace any attacker on her twisted paw. So when he moved closer, she had no choice but to cower before him in submission and desperately hope that he would keep his word about not killing her. Not dying was the most important thing to Angel; she could handle anything but that.

“So... so what do you want, if you don't want to kill me?” Angel croaked, barely getting the words out through her constricted throat.

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His yellow eyes gleamed with both pride and a dark knowing at he watched her frightened form, feeling his words burrow deep within her thoughts. It was an art, a dance. To burn away a nook in another's mind in which to lurk in, but not wound so much as to break them entirely. Zitao had lots of practice with breaking things. It was the balance that was the tricky part. Sure, it starts off with noble intentions, promising to only do what he needed to sate the monster within. Once started, however, it was difficult to stop. His body took a mind of it's own; paws aching for the chance to beat and hold, teeth snapping together wildly, hoping to snag on vulnerable flesh. This little white doll would be a practice, a test to see how much he could control. In all honesty, he didn't want to kill her, or even maim her seriously. He would take what he needed, and leave her to lick her wounds.

"Something after you?" he mused, once again returning to his relaxed posture. Perhaps this little one did  not have all the screws in their places. Zitao wasn't sure if that knowledge made him more or less excited to do the damage he was sure wold come. "My dear girl, the only ones out here are you and me. However, I suppose there is cause to worry." he grinned darkly, teeth outlined in the black shadows of his coat, "After all, I am more dangerous than whatever fantasies your mind can conjure up." his voice carried low over the still air, a prickling tension sinking within the tones, "I am not someone you want to be left alone with. You should consider yourself lucky, really." He began a loose, lazy circle around her, paws tickling the waters edge, "It would be a pointless lie to tell you that I won't hurt you, but I can promise that I won't kill you. And when I am done, you can live with the honor of being chosen by the one and only me."

The circle that he walked slowly got tighter and tighter, until he could feel her anxious breath ruffle his fur. He heard her voice, the hoarse words such a delighting sound to hear. He stayed silent, an attempt to draw out the tension and fear in her. In the silence a laugh rang out, cold and harsh. "My, my, little girl, shouldn't it be obvious? I want the only thing you can give me. Surely, you understand? Don't take it too personally, love, I just think you would look absolutely beautiful as a shivering, whimpering mess beneath my paws. Don't you agree?"

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Ooc: ok this definitely sounded less creepy in my head o.o Annnyyywaaayyyss I am not sure how you wanted this to play out. I can see either them just talking for another post or two, or Zi can just get to it in my next post. And we should probably discuss *coughcough* how the scene will happen, for like boundaries and powerplaying and such ^^

[Angel]

Was he trying to scare her on purpose? He had promised that he would not kill her, and she didn’t have anything he wanted, so she could not fathom why he was continuing to threaten her and make her feel so uneasy. The dark lazy tones of his voice creeped her out, and the words his voice carried held even more sinister promises. She hadn’t believed that anything could possibly be worse than whatever monster had been pursuing her before, yet the way he spoke now made her unsure.

Like he said, the two wolves were all alone in the blackness of the night; these lands were empty. Which meant that no one else was around to hear her cry for help if he attacked her, even if she screamed at the top of her lungs. Angel’s frightened gaze followed the pitch black male as he circled her, her head twisting awkwardly every time he passed behind her otherwise frozen form. She thought she might have a heart attack, with the way the organ was hammering violently against her ribcage, and the way her breaths came in gasps of anxious anticipation as he slowly tightened his circle, unashamedly intruding into her personal space bubble. She whimpered again, anything to break the tense dangerous silence which had fallen between them.

“I don’t–” When he spoke, the white female’s crystal blue eyes opened wide in terror as the realisation of what he was insinuating finally struck her. “No… no, never, you’ll never…” Her petrification suddenly dissolved and paws scrabbled on the loose sand as she turned to flee as fast as she could, her twisted paw making her cry out in distress every time it hit the ground. However, unfortunately for Angel, the already thin shore quickly diminished and soon another bank even steeper than the one which she had fallen down earlier blocked her escape. The way back was taken by her attacker, so the only possible way for her to go if she didn’t want to stay where she was was into the water – the dark icy water in which so many vile creatures could be lurking. Still, any chance she had there was better than her certain fate if she tried to fight the bigger stronger male behind her. So Angel staggered forwards into the frigid lake, her thick fluffy pelt soon becoming waterlogged and heavy in the deep water as she vainly struggled to get away.

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Zitao could see the effect he was having on the poor girl. His words were heavy with truth, and it sparked realizations in her eyes as she followed his path around her. Her breath was hoarse against the still night air, the darkness swallowing any promise of escape. How could one run from the darkness when it was all around them? Although he was usually above chasing his prey, it was not hard to convince himself of making an exception for this little one. Her fear fueled his passion, and what a lovely combination it was. She filled the canyons of silence that he etched out, the deathly quiet that sat like a shroud of mist upon his shoulders. She was the only light within the darkness, and he felt the need to extinguish it. He would bring back the feeling of danger in to the gaps where the sun slept, and let no wanderer go untouched. He was more than the guardian of the shadows. He was the shadows themselves. 

It only took a moment for the realizations to brew within her mind, her words stumbling into the air. In an instant she was tumbling away from him, her body easily seen against the backdrop of black and grey. It was clear that whatever monsters she had been fearful of before were no match for his toxic potency, and she threw herself into the black elixir, throwing the dangers of unknown water aside. He followed her, his legs easily covering the ground she had limped over, and pressed on into the icy lake. Her coat stood out even more now, floating in a halo of white around her struggling form. He was the opposite, melting into the deep hues surrounding him. Although water would support her injuries well, it was only a matter of time before he would catch up. He was bigger, stronger, and unrelenting even as the cold bit into his skin. His voice skimmed across the lake surface, uneven as he pushed himself forward. "You are only making it worse, little one. Be rational. You will tire before I do, and I don't plan on dragging your unconscious body back to shore if you drown." each kick of his legs brought him closer, his breath steaming against the cold ripples. Still he waited, content on judging the perfect time to attempt and grab her. "Do you really want to die out here, whether it be freezing or choking on the cold liquid as it pulls you under? Have I not promised not to bring death upon you? I stand by my word, but I will not prevent any casualties brought on by yourself." With a final check of distance, his legs coiled up beneath him, then released, pushing him forward with a loud splash. His jaws were open, hoping to latch on to anything that he could drag by.

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[Angel]

The thick furred white female struggled further into the dark lake, pushing against the thick dark water which felt as though it had turned to treacle with the way in which it was stubbornly resisting her vain efforts to get away. She tried to ignore the words he called out to her, though in her heart she knew them to be true. How could such a weak femme – hobbled by injury on top of everything – even dream of trying to escape from the ruthless monster? Her fate was inevitable, and yet her pure terror continued to drive her onwards. Angel was determined never to give in; she would fight until the end, whatever that may be.

He did have a good point though. What he had in mind for her surely couldn’t be worse than the horribly chilling death which he described. Dying out here all alone to be left forever in a cold watery tomb, her bursting lungs filled with the silky suffocating fluid… The thought made the femme’s paws hesitate ever so slightly in their strokes, and the male behind her finally took the opportunity to seize his chance, leaping upon her in a powerful burst of energy. Angel cried out, more in fear than in pain, as she felt the set of jaws clamp firmly down on her delicate tail. As her forwards momentum was halted and reversed so that she was dragged unceremoniously back the way she had come, she lost her balance and slipped. Her head disappeared below the water’s surface for an instant before she managed to find her footing on the rough ground of the shallows and re-emerged spluttering, eyes almost rolling back in her head in panic, both from the fear of the water and fear of the twisted demon who held her. Even if the insane femme's mind had been able to collect itself enough for her to force them out, words would be pointless now. If she spoke again it would only encourage him. She never again wanted to hear another one of his disturbingly sinister responses to her fruitless pleading, those dark words which seemed to seep into the cracks of her brain and ignite fear which she didn’t even know existed within.

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The air seemed dead around him as he dragged her back to shore, chilling the water that toiled away at the last remnants of warmth. Not that he minded. The cold had always made him feel alive, as if each chill sent a shock of life fizzing through him. The cooling earth made everything seem sharp; brittle enough that even speaking too loudly could break off a piece of reality. It was no different now, as they drove through the sleepy lake, finding footing beneath the mirrored blackness. At one point the other stumbled, and he thought for sure that she had given in to the darkness, letting the icy void consume her, but she reappeared, gasping for air through rivulets of the lake that rushed through her fur, back to where they had come from. 

It was only once his paws finally landed on dry earth that Zitao released the pitiful creature, enjoying the firm reassurance of the ground beneath him before turning back to his prey. His face was blank of any emotions stirring within him, and despite her continued silence, he filled the gap between them with harsh tones and accusing words, "Are you idiotic as well as cowardly? What were you searching for that could be found tangled in the weeds at the bottom of the lake?" Perhaps he would have been angry, had it not been so amusing to watch her clutch at the barest strands of hope. The only irritation that pulsed inside his head was one that stemmed from the damp feeling settling in his fur, one that would take its time to wear away. Zitao knew that she was just as soaked as him, but any mercy that had lit a dim halo in his mind had long since been blown out, instead replaced with an even hotter drive to get what he had wanted and leave the mess for her to clean up.

His body towered over hers, a black silhouette against the puddle of sky. His heart pumped fast and hard in his chest, both in anticipation of what was to come and few drops of adrenaline derived from the chase still lingering in his veins. He waited for just a moment, watching her form in a habit of precaution. It was not likely that she was in any state to resist further, but he had been wrong before, and some wolves just didn't know when to give up. His eyes stared down at hers, waiting, watching, ready for anything.

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Ooc: So it looks like that it is going to get going in the next post or two. I just want to say that you are more than welcome to powerplay Zi a little, since it might make the flow smoother and you wont have to just write about effects D: I feel bad like its one sided. So yeah, go wild, I am open to anything. 

[Angel]

The pressure on her tail thankfully lifted when they made it back to shore. Angel immediately spun around to face her attacker, her eyes flicking around desperately for a moment before his dark shape could be distinguished from the surrounding blackness of the night. They watched each other in silence for a while, he with a powerfully collected countenance and she with the polar opposite – all muscles tensed as she cowered before him. He had the higher ground, both literally and figuratively.

The frightened female shook her head as he spoke, trying not to pay attention to the snide questions as she tried to align her wildly tumbling thoughts into some semblance of a plan to get out of the situation. Flight was clearly not an option anymore; Angel was already exhausted from their brief struggle and she wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of taking her chances again in the deathly cold lake. Which meant that the only other choice she had was to fight.

Before she could think better of it, the smaller femme bunched up her legs underneath her and then launched herself forward in a sudden powerful motion, jaws wide so as to latch onto the demon’s throat and thus extinguish the threat facing her. Somehow, though, she had either misjudged the distance between the water and the dry land he was standing on, or he had managed to quickly maneuver himself so that she ended up completely missing her target. This unfortunately left her back vulnerable as she frantically tried to figure out where he had disappeared to so that she could make another attempt.

Too late.

Pressure on the back of her neck made her cry out, breaking her earlier resolute silence. “No, please, have mercy…” The captured femme instinctively leaned away from him in an attempt to pull herself free of the teeth buried deep in her thick white fur, but in the process put too much weight on the twisted front paw which she had almost forgotten about due to the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her leg buckled immediately and she began to fall – the beast’s jaws now being the only thing which could hold her trembling body up and give her a chance to regain her balance.

((OOC: How's this? I left it open at the end so that Zitao can decide whether to take it to the ground or not))

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The night made everything linger, sticking to the uncountable seconds, as if each droplet of water was suspended in tense anticipation. Zitao dared not express his irritation and slight fatigue; he did not want her to think of him anything but powerful. It was the fastest way to control, and with control came acceptance. He had learned this particularly while training his pet, whose unwillingness eventually ebbed away into humble obedience. Everyone could be broken. Whether it took days or months, whether the methods be cruel or kind, strangers always were at risk of bowing to higher powers.

From the start, Zitao had thought the outcome of this interaction inevitable and obvious. This female was in no shape to resist in anyway, so it was a surprise when she launched her petite body towards him, jaws wide in the prospect of drawing blood. His head popped up in surprise, weight falling onto his back legs as he backed away from the furry missile. He could feel the ghost of her fur brush past him, hear the thump of her paws as she landed the unsuccessful leap. Perhaps he would have been amused at the valiant attempt, but the show of aggression only fueled his anger more. He was done toying around with this female.

His teeth, unlike hers, were successful in their attempts to find purchase within her thick coat. The act itself was enough to draw out a pitiful plead, the words lost on his ears. Did she really expect mercy, after what she had just done? Zitao knew he wouldn't. "If you are going to attack someone" he growled lowly through a mouthful of fur, "Don't let them live" He could see no point in petty attacks; they were just the kindling in which hostility burned. 

The she wolf's attempts in pulling away were in vain, but his hold on her neck had locked the two together, and as she fell, so did he. Letting go in an attempt to steady himself, he watched her body fall so perfectly between his paws, managing to catch himself inches above her pathetic form. There would be no better chance than this, with her cradled beneath him. A sick grin spread across his face, body fizzing with the knowledge of what was to come. It was then, with his prey right under his nose, injured and weak, that he dropped towards her, ready to take what he had came for.

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Ooc: I... feel like this post went nowhere ;_; sorry. I will try to make the next one more... active? does that make sense? I just didn't want to jump ahead and have too long of a time span in one post, so I ended up putting like nothing.

[Angel]

For a moment, her tormentor’s jaws held up her weight and the falling femme felt as though the fur around her neck was going to rip free as the searing pain burned her nape. But then he fell with her, releasing the pressure on her neck to let her fall heavily on the muddy earth. The forceful impact knocked the air out of her lungs and she lay paralysed with the shock of it. Her new situation was no less dire than when he’d had her by the neck, trapped as she was now on her back between his powerful forelegs.

His spoken threat rang out in her mind. If you are going to attack someone, don’t let them live… She had failed. Failed in her last attempt to divert the fate which now seemed certain as she lay vulnerable beneath the huge black male. Angel wondered if his advice held a double meaning – did the way he himself had bitten her and pushed her to the ground count as an attack in his mind? Was he telling her that he had changed his mind and that he was in fact intending to murder her tonight?

The realisation of that implication ignited a fresh wave of cold all-consuming fear within the already shaken girl, reminding her again of what exactly she was terrified of above all else: that eternity of dark smothering nothingness, impossible to escape. Death. The Descai huntress choked on the thought of her life’s end, ironically almost bringing it upon herself in her fit of terror until she finally managed to pull in a breath of the fresh night air.

Her relief didn’t last long, however. Soon he fell upon her, black crushing white into the dirt. In panic that this was going to be the end, Angel opened her mouth to let forth a rush of strained words as his massive weight expelled the air from her lungs. “I’ll give you anything… anything you want… as long as you don’t… don’t kill me…”

((OOC: Sorry for the wait. It was a bit of a struggle to meet the word count on this one so it will be good to get a little more action going in the next post c: ))

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Sickness oozed into his very being at her words, muffled by fur pressed flat by their proximity. "Oh, love, you are adorable, really. Did I not say that I wouldn't kill you? Your promises fall empty. Nothing has changed. Whether you give me what I want or I take it by force does not matter to me." It was amusing, her pitiful pleas for life, as if it was something that should be begged for. Zitao didn't beg. He would fight until he couldn't lift a single leg from the ground, but he would not beg. It made you look weak, and that wasn't a look he found desirable, at least not on him. Life was not worthy of being begged for, but death was a different matter entirely.

Zitao's eyes dragged slowly over her body, but they weren't filled with lust or hunger. Instead, it was a childish curiosity, and for a moment, the situation was lost to him as his brain struggled to catch up with his body. He hovered over her, letting the monster regain control of his mind, a dark smile slowly inking onto his face. He was darkness itself, a shadow ready to put out this little light in a void of blackness. 

His eyes trailed her face as he began, watching for anything. What emotions were lurking beneath the surface, ready to be ripped out by teeth or words? Pain? Humiliation? Relief? His own was a mask of blankness, a black silhouette against the dark sky. There was no reason behind his actions other than suffering, no feeling or sorrow. As with all of his acts, they were simply to feed the monster, to feel the power of adrenaline rushing through his body as he beat down whatever was before him. That was more powerful than anything her body could give him. It was a different kind of lust, less common but hungrier, latching on to paths in his mind and switching his heartbeat out for its own. That was why he was here. That was why, though clouds of dirt and sharp exhales of breath stirred the stale air, the world felt still around him. It was only them in that moment. Him and the white wolf and the hunger. 

Ooc: woah this is really bad/awkward sounding/choppy/vague I am sorry

[Angel]

He was right. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could offer him which he couldn’t take by force if he wanted to. It was humiliating, the way he hardly even flicked an ear as she threw away her last shred of dignity. Her pleas simply made no difference whatsoever to him. The pretty white huntress was helpless underneath him – and he knew it. He was in control now, without a doubt.

Although Angel still continued to struggle in desperation, she could barely move an inch, as her movement was tightly constricted by the weight pressing down on top of her and the black legs planted firmly to either side of her shivering body. The chill of the ice cold lake water had started to set in, and the dripping liquid from her sodden pelt had morphed the earth beneath her into a muddy puddle which would be soiling the pristine white fur of her back and head. But that was the least of her worries.

The male leered over her, seeming to enjoy the power he held as he made her wait in terrible suspension for a few moments before finally shattering whatever hope she still clung on to. Sapphire blue eyes visibly filled with horror at the painful feeling, and the broken femme could not prevent the periodic cries from bursting out of her open maw as he repeatedly took what he had come for.

As Angel stared up into the monster’s emotionless yellow eyes, a sense of utter defeat overwhelmed her system in a tidal surge. All of the fight suddenly drained from her limbs, turning them to lead as the adrenaline quickly faded away. With no energy left to keep propelling her struggle for freedom, her heart dropped like a stone, dragging her consciousness along with it as she sunk down into the merciful smothering darkness of oblivion. In a matter of seconds, she had transformed from a struggling prisoner of the agony the beast was forcing upon her to a limp body lost in deep slumber. It would not be long before she re-awoke, but when she did she would remember nothing of her ordeal – perhaps this was her mind’s subconscious safety mechanism to save the poor female’s sweet innocence, or perhaps it was merely another symptom of the madness she was cursed with.