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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 16, 2011 2:18:05 GMT -5
The brutes audits flattened against his handsome crown as she spit up into his face. A deep, robust growl echoed from his voice box, and traveled up his vocal cords. He looked down at her, with hellfire and brimstone flashing through his eyes. He snapped at her, his ivories coming inches from her throat. Fuck that, chica. I'd rather kill you first. If you spit in my face again, I won't miss next time. He barked down at her, his massive frame still pinning her smaller one to the hard terra. He growled low, gold optics narrowing dangerously. Don't do anything stupid, princesa. It's no skin off my bones if I kill you. It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. One he would keep.
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Post by Acacia on Jul 16, 2011 6:00:44 GMT -5
The air from his jowls brushed the fur on her throat. A shudder wracks her body but somehow she was not frightened but aroused she shook her head to deny the feeling. She squirmed to get the rock out of her spine. Under his paws she seems much smaller than her fur had let on. ”Yeah just skin off mine I Get it.” She growled at him. /He could have killed me. I better behave may have a chance to get out of this./
“What now, you have caught red riding hood. Huh Big Bad wolf?” Her tail flicked between his hind paws. Her Small ears flat against her head. Her brown eyes stared at him even with the anger that dwelled at the surface kindness was there. Amberlin realized that she was not going to be able to escape.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 16, 2011 12:12:55 GMT -5
He grinned a wolfish grin, though his audits were still pinned against his skull, his fangs still clearly visible to the fae. What now, lady? Now, you do exactly as I say, or I will have to skin you alive. He mused, taking some of his weight off of her, but not much. First, she had to give him her word, and if she was smart she wouldn't break it. It was true, most of Blood Mist had a purpose, and Hellfire did have a purpose, but he also had a lusting for blood. He took a liking to the thrill of a kill. He gazed down at her, and raised an eyebrow. So, what's it going to be, chica? Should I just skin you, or are you gonna do as I say? It wasnt a hard question to answer. If she was as intelligent as she looked, then she'd make a deal.
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Post by Acacia on Jul 17, 2011 15:53:12 GMT -5
“I don’t think skinning me is necessary. I mean how useful will I be dead, other than a few meals that is.” She said moving her little body to her his paws off of her. But she stayed beneath him her tail still flicking back and forth. Her back paws let up the pressure that had been on his underbelly as she seemed to relax a bit. “I have no choice but to obey.”
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 17, 2011 16:17:13 GMT -5
Hellfire arched an eyebrow, before slowly backing off of her, his golden optics watching her ever so closely now. He lowered his head slightly, but not as a bow, more of a I'm watching you, so don't do anything stupid. Very good, chica. Now then, I suppose you're going to have to accept the fact that you, princesa, are now a prisoner to Blood Mist. It'd go much easier for you if you just came along quitely. He mused softly, his lyrics showing his excitement, and amusement with this fae. Hellfire glanced of his shoulder, watching behind him for a few moments, before fixing his golden gaze back on her.
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Post by Acacia on Jul 19, 2011 2:51:35 GMT -5
Amberlin rolled from her back to her paws. She stayed put where she was only turningto face her brutish captor. Her muzzle dropping in respect. “I know my match when it happens.” She looked up at the male wolf as he surveyed the area. The glanced at the sky seeing the light hues turn darker. The lighting made the male look like a majestic alpha. She let her ears rise slightly from their impression on her skull.
Her eyes watched the direction he looked. What time of year was it? Summer, hot muggy summer. /he would produce such strong healthy pups for the lucky or maybe unlucky wolf./ The small fea moved a little closer. With night brings danger.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 19, 2011 12:05:19 GMT -5
The brute snorted in response, but no lyrics fell from his maw as he looked about, watching as the nighttime sky was beginning to take over. The canvas of the gods was turning brilliant colors, from the most beautiful orange, to the dullest of yellow. They were all beautiful in their own way, but that's not what Hellfire saw. All he saw was nighttime falling, and he frowned slightly. The last time he had been out at night was when he had had a fellow Blood Mist with him, and they had hardly survived that night. What with Hellfire taking a spill over the waterfall, it was amazing that they had survived in the first place. He acted as if he hadn't heard her when she gave up, but he threw a glance over toward her as she stepped closer to him. He gave a snicker, and said Your not scared, are you chica?
Shaking his head slightly with mild disgust, he moved forward, columns carrying his muscular frame easily through the foliage, and marsh of Indigo Falls. Soon, however, he threw a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was still following. He wasn't too far away from her, so if she tried running, she'd be dead anyways.
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