12-04-2015, 08:03 PM
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Good, he thought, come closer. He watched hungrily as she stepped into the envelope of his chill, his aura of coldness though it lacked the cutting bite of ice. Her muscles quivered beneath her flesh, tantalising like jelly, warm and invigorated with blood. He could see her warmth radiating off of the surface of her skin, rising as vapour into the cold, cold air. A salivating sight, and a dribble of saliva swelled and fell beyond the cup of his lower lip. She edged closer still, as he did to her. The hot breath of her words moulding him senseless. ‘I’m Aurane.’ She says… her name he somehow reasoned through the fogginess of his desire, though she might as well have said ‘eat me.’ But no matter, in a way, hearing her name was the key, twisting and turning in unison with the grumbling of his stomach, unlocking a desire, no, a need that he had only ever felt once before. And he needed this, needed it in the same way he supposed she would rather hold on to her life. But what would that matter to him when he licked her bones white and that her which was became no more? She wouldn’t be Aurane anymore, she wouldn’t matter, and to Etojo that somehow made sense. But there was a niggle. Something that swam deep in one of the dark crevices of his consciousness trying to resurface, something which should have been lost. And yet there it was, bobbing into the fore. He’d found it. Control. No he thought, he didn’t want to control it. But she was close, almost too close. The tangle of indecision causing him to hesitate. And so he stared at her, mouth ajar, jaws open with the sharp whiteness of his fangs exposed in a partial bite that almost was but wasn’t. Everything about it went against instinct, he wanted her bad. He could see the hunger mirrored back in her eyes too, she understood… well, not exactly. “No, don’t.” he snapped, more to himself than to her. And he flinched away from her falling back upon his haunches and rocked awkwardly backwards. There was a crack, the sound of twigs snapping, and a jolt of pain surged up his backside. “What do you want?” he hissed it at her, the words bitter and tinged with pain. And he diverted his gaze away from her, and instead glared at the carcass mangled beyond recognition. Anything to keep his hungry orange gaze from eating her. |