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Post by † Demon † on Jul 13, 2009 19:50:16 GMT -5
Power-played a little, couldn't think of any other way to write it. Should I change it? :/ [/size]
Met in the air, Demon's eyes burned wildly; this was her moment, her chance to share her pain with this male. Slamming into him, mid-flight, their bodies tangled and fell toward the trees. Demon knew that given a few minutes they would hit the base of the old oak, and with Iah underneath her, it would hurt him more than her. Yet, with a snarl atop her lips, her mind questioned whether this would satisfy the black femme's hunger. Agreeing it would not, her forepaws extended, claws gleaming as they ripped through the air toward his chest.
Emerald orbs fell atop the male's underside, admiring the area where his heart would lay. Her body was swiftly falling, his just moments in front of hers; there was only one chance to get this right. Letting a growl tear through the bitter silence of war, her claws met with his pelt of brown, twisting and hoping to tear flesh. She wanted his heart on a platter, spilled before her and marked with her initials. She wanted him to bleed, and suffer; as she had suffered. Yet, she wanted to also be the one to nurse his wounds thereafter. Whether that would happen was a mystery, and for now, the black female ached for blood splatter and cries of pain. She ached for his flesh to tear and a scar to form; and as the claws made contact, her eyes grew bright and eager. They were close to the ground now, ever closer to hitting the oak tree and perhaps breaking a rib or two. She watched anxiously, waiting eagerly. Was the blood going to flow, or would she need to try harder to make him weep?
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Post by i a h on Jul 13, 2009 23:16:40 GMT -5
Damn it.
He crashed back, a grimace twisting his muzzle as he hit the earth with double his weight plus more. And there was a searing light which seemed to separate his chest, and he riled himself into thinking his ribs had snapped like the legs of crickets in kitty's paws. But nothing of the sort had happened but the rip of flesh, not clean but slightly jagged as if a serrated knife was pulled across sweet and slow. Monday tossed his muzzle and shoved his paw towards Demon's neck as if to force her away. He could feel the bruises swell, his side inflamed from the excess impact.
Like he had been submerged and finally resurfaced, he gasped for breath. He moaned slightly, and though he was a little woozy, he manipulated the music, lamentation of pain to the moan of climax. But no, this battle was no where near over.
Scarlet began to mat his sleek, dark fur like the stains of true love – hard and relentless. There was an unfaltering pacification which poured over him then, like his blood and like viscous liquid in all of their calamity. He slithered from beneath her, his orbs lidded like bedroom eyes, and stood drunkenly on quadrupeds, tail dangling rigidly between his legs. He was smug, molesting her figure with fantasies of ripping her down to the skeleton. Curling his lips slightly, he threw himself at her, mouth suddenly yawning full of honed pearls targeting her withers.
//crap. idk what will happen. i think some more fighting before the y wound another again.//
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 14, 2009 11:08:26 GMT -5
Eyes slammed shut, ready for impact. Her body fell atop Iah as his body hit the ground with a mere thump. As he wriggled beneath her, she rose to her haunches and let a snarl erupt from her jaws. Glaring at the male, she noticed the crimson droplets that scattered the earth. A smile fell coldly atop her lips, and her gaze was dancing with a sick pleasure. "Oops..." Snarled and sarcastic, canines rearing their ugly faces, a taunt all of its own.
Watching Iah, she began to circle the smaller male. She, full of adrenalin, was proud of herself. She had drawn first blood; and in her mind, this was proof enough of who would win this tiresome battle. Paws tredding the earth in unison, she let her gaze drop momentarily; she wanted him to jump. Leap through the air and attempt to catch her offguard. Lifting her gaze up again, she caught him mid-air in the leap. Smirking, she pulled her weight slightly to the left, preparing to shift at the last moment so that Iah would miss her frame. Yet as his body began to drop, Demon's mind set off alarm bells. He would get something; that was inevitable. And as he fell, her eyes fell atop her father's scar. That winding scar from hip to ankle, she snarled bitterly. It was cleaner than a new one, thus the only thing she could do.
With Iah inches from her body, she turned herself so her hip would catch his jaw. Inhaling a lungful of air, she readied herself for the wave of agony that would follow; this was opening a scar, both mental and physical. Then, with a sharp sting and a blow of agony, his jaws met her hip. They tore the first inch or so of her scar; blood gushed down her fur, matting it and staining the ground. A snarl rose from the pits of her heart, ripping through the air like thunder. There was anger, bitterness, hatred. Yet in some dark corner of that snarl, there was love. No matter how much she wanted to tear this male left to right, she still had some remote love for him.
Kicking back her hindlegs, she hoped to make contact with his jaw, yet missed. Head swung around and her emerald orbs were blazing with fury so great that even Wolfbane would have a challenge to meet it. Her jaw fell loosly open, blood and spit atop her lips. "Our wits are evenly matched," she paused, stepping back and to the left; she wished to circle him again. Her gaze never moved. "But I swear on the world and everybody in it," Her tone was a shout now, anger and hatred. It was just like facing a Balkar. That was what made her mind snap. She was a wild cat now. "I will rip you apart![/i]"[/color]
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Post by i a h on Jul 14, 2009 12:12:55 GMT -5
Perfect circles or red polkadotted the area beneath where he had stood and created a milkyway trail across his path of projectory. Monday clenched his teeth together, gums wet and their blood mingling on his tongue, the earth. He ran his rouge pink carpet across his dents after she threw him off, a bucking bronco, and his ears stayed flat to avoid being ripped and battered off. Brow furrowed, he took her words like more blows to the head. “Will you? Will you lick my remains off the ground?” his breath was ragged, shallow.
They had each scored a point on the other. Her wound glittered, reopened, and his chest was cut deeply – sure to leave her mark. “When'll you surrender to me? Lay down for me?” he asked her, time ticking by and allowing him to catch his breath. Just a few more seconds. He would recover enough to have another packed go at her, talons raking the terra raw, and he shook his nose to brush off the frustration and weariness.
He sprung forward again, his crown lowered to butt her over with a ram's head.
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 14, 2009 12:23:45 GMT -5
His words hit her; light as a feather, sharp as a knife. She smiled, auds flicking casually. Her gaze linked with his like a plug in a socket. "Oh, I shall." Her lips fell into a grim smile; she was stronger, there was no question in her mind. She would win this battle; she would win this war. "Lay down for you?" She let a harsh scoff escape her jaws; she wanted to laugh at him, but this wasn't the time nor place. "Oh, my dear Iah, I wouldn't even lay down for you even if we had multiple orgasms all night." Her eyes sparkled; she did want his body, but for now, in pieces was good enough.
As she watched him collect his breath, she felt the throb in her side. Her scar was bleeding, yet the pain just built her adrenalin higher. She smirked; weak and insignificant. Yet, as this thought passed through the corridor of her mind, he leapt again. He almost caught her that time, yet she shifted again. This time their jaws locked, they had met in mid-air. Snarling, her forepaws ached for his flesh, searching, wanting; ready to tear fur and flesh as one. "Give it your best shot." She paused, balancing atop her hindlegs, almost in a hugging posture with the young male, as their noses touched and their breaths mingled; the stench of blood was think. "...Baby."
LOL. Couldn't resist the end bit. xD
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Post by i a h on Jul 14, 2009 12:35:16 GMT -5
Their incisors clashes, and he imagined the sound of metal clinging filled his pressed auds. Their paws boxed the air like rearing stallions, Monday's big paws clenching and flexing like he was groping for victory. Demon's visage, his, they brushed intimately if such a thing could be vicious at the same time. Monday surprised himself with good balance, his hind paws stepping surely and steadily while his jowls swung for its prize. He would burst her like a pinata and devour the candy inside.
They grappled upright in a silly waltz, and Monday forced all his weight forward suddenly, aggravated and almost desperate to pin her down. His teeth were no longer white but scarlet as a cardinal's feathers, and his entire chest had become wet. Monday thought of how he'd have to groom himself, how wolf saliva had a property that seemed to close wounds faster, and how he might get infected if this didn't end soon. “This is my favorite part,” he hissed, trying to push her down and wrap his teeth around her neck.
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 14, 2009 12:43:03 GMT -5
His weight came atop her like a boulder; she felt her ribs ache. They didn't break, but they'd surely bruise. A wheeze left her maw, and her eyes connected with his for a minute. She snarled, yet her eyes flashed a loving gleam. It was only a split second, but even in war, he was as handsome as the day she'd first laid eyes on him. Losing balance, she fell hard against the earth, her back to the ground, her paws pushing his jaw away from her throat.
"And this is mine," she coughed, his weight cutting her air supply somewhat. He wasn't particularly well-built, but given the right leverage, he sure had some weight behind him. Her jaws flew open, spittle flying in every direction, blood staining the floor as their wounds mingled on the dust. Her eyes clasped a smirk, shining and beautiful. She was aiming for his throat, though at last minute, whipped her head to go for his left aud. She wanted to tear it apart, take a chunk out of it to resemble her own torn ear. She snarled, her breath boucing off his fur and back into her nostrils. The bloodlust was upon her. She ached to taste blood, ached for him to cry out in pain. Perhaps she even hoped he'd steal her innocence, and plant his seed. But even as dirty thoughts filtered through her once clean mind, she couldn't stop the lust. "Take me Iah," she spat harshly, "I dare you!"
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Post by i a h on Jul 15, 2009 22:28:26 GMT -5
Thankfully he had been aware of his sonics, and her teeth had grazed the top of his skull instead. It would leave a thin scar, maybe, or the fur would just strangely where her canines had been. Monday's heart was rattling in his chest with each contact her teeth or claws made with his skin like her life staking into his his. Their bodies were tense friction against one another, two forces polarized and generating so much wrath. The juvenile's wrists were aching, his chest heaving with sharp nettles prickling his lungs from the earlier tackle. This was all abandoning the immense trouble that the actual gash over his heart and the fresh laceration upon his crown had cuased.
Whatever it was that swelled in her orbs made his heart constrict with anger so bitter it tingled in his toes. “Roll over then,,” he demanded slowly, his country voice wet with pain. Thankfully he had been aware of his sonics this whole battle, and her clamping forces were unsuccessful. He relaxed his whole figure, though his nerves jittered and he fought the instinct to lash at her.
//crap ><//
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 17, 2009 19:16:47 GMT -5
Still with eyes as furious as a thunderstorm, her gaze burned into Iah's orbs. She smirked lightly at his response, her muscles tensing and relaxing with each inhale and exhale of breath. Her body ached, but her stubbornness proved too strong to break, thus the battle would not end unless he called an end to it. This she had already decided.
"That would be making it too easy," she cooed, auds twitching as her lips curled into a dark smile. Spit flecked across her ebony lips, her tassel brushing the dirt across the ground as it waved side-to-side. "How shall we end this day, huh Iah?" It was a rhetorical question, a statement if you will. "Blood and guts all over the woods?" She paused, moving her face closer to his; their noses almost touching. "Or perhaps with some innocence stolen and a story to tell?" She was still a pervert; even at the worst of times. That was how she liked it.
Shifting slightly under Iah's weight, breathing became slightly easier. She gulped down air like water, thankful for such an overload. Her eyes stayed glued to Iah's form; he was as pretty as an angel, as dangerous as a gun. She smiled warmly. Demon was proud of this little varg, and she had fallen a fair amount. Though pride would never allow such fact to become reality at this moment in time.
"Watch this," she snarled, suddenly out of the blue. The instant anger even surprising her; it was silent and unnoticeable. The blood lust had risen again. Eyes ablaze, her darkened forepaws began to swing toward Iah. She wanted to mark him again, swipe hard and release more blood to the ground. She wanted to taste his pain in the air, and lick the infections from his wounds. She wanted it all. And as her claws reached and ached toward his chest, nearing an earlier scrape, her eyes fell shut; a memory had begun.
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