The injustice of it was an agony as biting as the sudden flames had been against her side, searing her conscious mind and soul so that she almost could not bear to be. How had it come to pass that, so soon after her other misfortunes, Tobias should come to claim what had never been his to take? It did not once occur to the youngster that he did not view her as herself, but saw her fleshed in the garb of her grandmother, the scent of Jaylah coursing thickly in her veins. She could only reason that the nameless wraith of his imprint had changed the course of fate to set him upon her, which served to deepen her cavernous hate so that it glinted in her eye. Tobias, of course, either did not notice or did not care, for he was far too consumed by the task at hand. None of her struggling did her any good, and she could only growl in a muffled manner, trying not to wrench her wounded shoulder further while she felt the numerous points of his canines against her mandible, the crushing force behind them not lost on her. By the time he released her muzzle to seize her scruff, she could not break from his hold as her shoulder had seized up due to her being held for so long on her knees. A small mercy indeed for, had she been standing at her full height, he may well have been forced to mount her, and his weight would have done serious damage to already unstable joints and muscles. As it was, he pivoted so that he stood above her, legs splayed to either side of her, a tenuous snarl pouring in a constant stream from between his clamped jaws.

Fiammetta no longer struggled, for she had long ago recognized all efforts would be futile. Instead, she let the beast take command over her, ensured that it would only fuel her disgust for him, and make revenge (when it one day came) all the more sweet. There was also a more unsettling reason for her subservience, and one which she shielded from even her own knowledge. The male was an enigma, one she was drawn to as strongly as Jaylah had once been, and the feel of his masculine form covering her own was thrilling. Even the sight of their milky breath assuaging the air in a single cloud filled her with a primal joy she could not place. Only the metallic taste of his blood on her tongue, and the sudden pain as he took her reminded her of her bitter dislike of the black beast, thus she stifled a squeal with a growl, growing tense beneath him, searching for a way to twist from his clasping teeth and sink her hungry fangs into his jugular. Wise as was on the ways of others, Tobias gave her no such chance, and he held her firmly all through the act of coupling and the ensuing tie, not moving for several, eternal moments until he was quite finished.

With a grunt of satisfaction he finally removed himself from her and backed away, no doubt awaiting her retaliation. When none came, he moved around her to her face, creased as it was with the effort of standing, and uttered a single, chilling syllable. She made no reply, although inside she boiled with anger, and focused on getting to her paws. Once she had reclaimed her full (albeit limited) stature, she turned to face the great beast who had just enjoyed a roll and now reclined on his side with his head facing away from her. She longed to propel herself through the air and attack, but it did not escape her notice that he kept one ear pinned to her, even as he rested. She watched with avid revulsion at the swift manner his chest rose and fell, reminding her of her role in his exhaustion, and recognized the need for discretion in her approach of him.

Although her heart cried out for the charge and ensuing battle, her body reminded her that she was not yet strong enough to take on such a behemoth at the most tender stage of the healing process, and so she forced herself to amble towards him, hiding her menace with a smoothed ruff and relaxed tail. She moved around his prone form to his face, making sure he saw her, meeting his reptilian orbs with her eye of flame. Once the femme had locked on to those windows of emptiness, she would wander as close as he let her, her goal to loom above him, one paw on either side of his muzzle. Then, quick as a flash, she would lower her muzzle and attempt the unthinkable.

She would attempt to dominate the hellion of Moladion.

He had but a single language he understood without fail, and that was the basal language of wolves. Any motion of the body limbs, gruff sound or twitching muscle, and her actions would be recognized without fail. When she had managed to clamp shut those jaws (more easily done since he lay on his side), he would have to see her as more. More than prey, more than female to plunder and pirate, more even than imprint. He would have to see her as equal.

Even as she darted out her head, jaws wide open and eye roving to confuse him of her target, she felt excitement course through her veins. Perhaps this was why fire had marked her so, perhaps she would be the one to rid the land of the nightmarish breed of wolf that stalked it. Or perhaps she was destined to be greater than others, destined to control them as she fought her way to the top. This was not a question to be answered in an instant, and so she sent it from her thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. If the obsidian creature by some feat of nature saw into her unique plot and tried to dodge, she would alter her course and go for his ear, right or left mattered not to her. When she held the tender flesh between her canines she would grip and shake, hopefully tearing off the flap of skin and causing enough pain that even Tobias wouldn't be able to ignore it. Let him taste the wrath of the fire, let him sample his own blood for a change.

It was time for Death to meet the envoy of his maker.

OOC-blegh, a little stupid but different enough to be interesting I hope..I have no idea how Tobias would react to being dominated, thought I'd find out:p

Fiammetta - Female - No Home - No Family - 3YO - 28 inches, 32 pounds