08-10-2015, 11:28 PM
He can see the fear in her eyes, in her body language. The way she tenses, frozen in a moment of indecision. Yes, what to do little bird what to do? She is a beautiful specimen, a butterfly. He would not allow her to escape. It would be impossible to keep her in a net or a cage, as he had matters to attend to that meant he can’t be here twenty four seven. If only he could just rip her wings off, she couldn’t get away then. Clumsily she finds her feet and he cant help but give a harsh guffaw of amusement. Humoring, the way she fumbles before him as if she’s a child and not a full grown mare. ”I think you misheard me.” He revels in her anxiety, the shakiness in her voice betraying her false bravado. She is tired, he can see it in the lines of her face. The way she holds herself. If she tries to run it will be easy to catch her. A slow smile lingers on his lips but the warmth never finds his eyes. Those red eyes burn into hers as he snakes closer to her, closing the gap she had tried to create. Yellowed teeth grazing her clean fur along her neck, so tantalizingly, so pure. Untouched. So unlike himself with his stained and scarred body, the dirty tendrils of his unkempt mane. ”You think you can just show up on my doorstep and tease me the way you do?” He mumbles into her mane, tugging it sharply as he rubs against her. Forcefully pushing his body into hers. ”Oh no, you’ll be staying.” Another grin, his intent laid bare for her. ”You’re mine now.” *********the big bad wolf |