"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

To say that she was not impressed by the silvery bastard would be a lie; she would not allow you to know that was true though. He was notable in more ways than one, the sheer size of him taking a vote, as well as the fact that his body was strewn with remnants of old injuries. He was the definition of an apex predator - one so much like herself - and his strength is told in the scars that he shows. Her words were rancorous, the devilish gleam in her glacial eyes portraying her desire to rile him as he stood over his victim. The she-devil's tactic works precisely as planned, though she does not foresee him turning so quickly upon her, his rage evident upon his brindled features as he charges her. While he is no giant to Stella, he still holds three inches over her and is easily enough pressing her robust figure into the snow capped earth, her body sliding slowly beneath his paws until she is stopped by a boulder at her spine. Charred ears instantaneously fold backward in enmity, the edges of her lips pulling away to showcase yellowed daggers as a guttural growl sits deep in her throat.

His fangs clash loudly before her eyes and yet she does not flinch, she holds her calm composure with the threat of a snap or two at his own face looming between the two of them. "You should really keep your words to yourself if that's how bad your breath smells." She cracked, the growl in her throat rising and breaking up into a bit of a chuckle, her eyes narrowing slightly as her contact never broke his own. With a sudden movement, she twists herself, shoulder turning inward as she forces herself to rise from the position he had constrained her to; she did not get all of this brawn for nothing. "You are a pompous old bastard if you seriously believe that is what I was entailing." She spat at him, obvious distaste evident in her venomous tone and glaring eyes. "Now, you better control your temper before I castrate you right here.." She jeers, though a seriousness can be detected beneath the wicked jest, daring him to try and force her beneath him again.

The wicked creature returns to full height now as her head lifts, the hackles along her neck and spine rising slowly as her mouth twisted into a half snarl. Something deep within her actually liked the sadistic exchange between the pair, though she could really do without the sexual innuendos. She could not deny that none other would truly compare to the attractiveness of his colors or the dark intentions lingering behind those eyes. There was an allure about him - though she tried to fight it.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska