{{Asylum.Seeker}} IP: 92.2.95.103 Posted on November 6, 2010 at 01:02:52 PM by Xenon
The vampyric brute's ears pinned at her scream, ugh why did they always have to do that? They always seemed to try and damage his delicate heightened senses or call him a monster. Everyone eats to live- did that really make Xenon a monster when he was trying to survive? It wasn't necessarily his fault that he was what he was. The mostly black wolf didn't snarl he just continued trying to keep to the task at hand. As she thrashed and kicked one of her paws caught his muzzle, dull canine claws leaving a slight cut in the flesh but the taste and smell of her blood- even his own made him more focused. The wolf released her from his grip when she stopped thrashing, placing a paw firmly on her side. A devilous smile crossed the wolf's maw and his now toxic green eyes glinted almost challengingly. He went for Diana's throat with the express intention of tearing through her windpipe, just to be sure that she was dead but all that she had to do should she still be alive was say the word and he would stop, leaving her unscathed, apart from his little curse of course. Replies: There have been no replies.
