05-13-2017, 07:26 PM
She only bent an ear when he snapped again, leering with a cocked head like a curious and hungry cat. She stays just out of grasping distance and begins to make a half circle around him, her pink nose to the dirt. The rusty smell of blood and freshly torn flesh wafts freely from where he stirs the ground with his sweaty squirming. She watches him struggle with an indifferent sort of stare in her pale eyes. “Come here,” his voice barks over the softness of a quiet day all around them. His bone covered face lets the blackness of his eyes show and they hook into her somehow. She feels it and the sensation makes her head jerk back up and her small feet unravel into a slight retreat. His plea seems like a beg, but it feels sticky like a trap to her.
He suffers before her a little more and a little more; struggling all over the place, really. She’s rather unfazed by it all on the outside and well, on the inside too actually. It must be some sort of joke, she stews, to taunt my lack of healing ability – I cannot even help bones come through anymore? She grimaces involuntarily and comes out of her own mind, back into the scene with a wailing jackal of a bony-boy begging for her help. She pulls back a lip in disgust, uhm…What? He pleads, even adds something about a baby, she lets out a giggle that she couldn’t help. How did I even get here, ya know? She shakes her head, a smile of sarcasm and small amount of entertainment forming across her pink lips. She takes a few steps back and sucks in a deep breath. She doesn’t charge him, but approaches carefully; it just might be a trick… When upon him she rises slow and steadily on her hind feet, lay one, two, three whacks with a fore hoof. She targets the point where his skin is the most taut, wanting to rip and she hopes it works this first try. It’s a rather uncomfortable way to assist a stranger, though it's undeniably satisfying to punch someone free of consequence (in theory).
She comes back down to all fours gently and steps away to examine him at a safe distance. His kiss comments go unanswered and she looks at him like an eagle would a wounded rabbit. One eye on him, a tilted head, her cold gaze moving all over his bloodied, bone plated skinny body.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
@[Dovev]
