Watching the vixens quarrel before him brought forth a tickling sensation in the youngster’s gut, a feeling he would soon come to know, and welcome, as pleasure. Deep, dirty, sensual pleasure. It was like a knot of spiders untangling in his abdomen and crawling about in his insides before their life ceased in his acidic stomach. The feeling dragged a devilish grin onto his features as the new sensation excited him, adrenaline now coursing through his veins. Even the bitch’s depressing words could do nothing to dampen the growing feeling in his abdomen. It raged on like a fire, regardless of the potential obstacles it would have to cross. Hestia’s words, no matter how factual, only seemed to intensify the knotting sensation travelling further down the male’s groin. After all, he had caused this delightful scenario and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Even when he moved to stand beside his mother and she simply glanced to make sure he was staying at a safe distance, the pup held the smirk on his features feeling for once that he could be involved in the action rather than pushed to the side or hidden away. The ghost of a smirk that wavered on his nurse’s lips filled the male with pride and confidence and the approving nod, no matter how small, was enough to hold the brute strong in his position but cease the fluttering words that begged to be released.
The next sequence happened in a blur, causing the already excited male to dance around on his toes. Hestia had failed to pick up on the danger and continued with her morbid words, acting as if she cared about nothing in the world causing an explosion in Felan’s mother. He barely picked up the subtle gesture in his mother’s green stargazers before she launched at the other vixen with incredible speed. An adrenaline filled yip squeaked from his jaws as a sort of ‘cheer on’ towards his dam as she neared the crimson stained victim, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. In the speed of his blink, Azula had pinned the other vixen down drawing an almost inaudible sigh from Felan’s lips as he realised he had missed the initial impact. At a closer look the male could see his mother’s teeth pressed against the vulnerable life vein of the woman, who surprisingly leaned into the embrace and drew her own blood. The lad had only ever met one other wolf this crazy, his grandfather. A sudden exclamation of realisation sounded from his jowls as he rushed forwards towards his mother, despite the death glares being sent his way.
”Mother wait!” Paws skidded to a halt beside her just as the other female ripped herself from the death grip she had been held in. Blood trickled from her throat but she made no noise and held no expression on her features as if she were already dead. Never taking his eyes off the other lass, in precaution to her glares, Felan began to speak again, rushed and excited lyrics. ”What if she worked for granddad? They are as crazy as each other and I found it funny how she threatened me but never hurt me. I think she was going to kidnap me for him so that he could get to you!” His eyes burned into the ess, catching a blurred distance in the view, though he could see no other wolves. ”Maybe... we could use her as leverage. You know. If he wants her back so badly we could make a deal with him. Then Corde wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore and you would be safe.” In all honesty, the lad was more than a little upset that he hadn’t been given the chance to sink his teeth into his first wolf, but the plan he had concocted in his devious mind was so much better. His plan would result in a better world for his family, with all enemies extinguished for good. He would get his chance to fight later and that quenched his thirst for blood. ”Torturing her for information would be brilliant, don’t you think.”
It was only the scent of iron that brought the youngster round from his deep thoughts and he grazed the dark patches growing on the snowy fur of Hestia’s neck. Droplets fell to the ground with an audible plop and Felan found himself yearning for a thrill (a thrill that when he was older would come in the form of war). His mind was already beginning to change, along with the noticeable differences in his body and together with his mother, they would be unstoppable. ”So, what do you think mother. Does torture sound good to you?” Small hackles rose on the rough nape of his neck as he snarled at the female, standing tall and certain by his mother. ”Tell us where he is or face the consequences!”
THINGS WE LOST TO THE FLAMES
||Felan|Male|Nomad|No love|No spawn|Son of Kyron & Azula|Brother to Corde||xhollowremains|| |