The way he turns his attention upon her has her skin prickling with a particular sensation she has only known once. And even that feeling had been nothing compared to what she felt now. Those golden eyes of his watched her with the hunger of a ravenously starving predator, and his own approach is not surprising. What is surprising to her, however, is the fact that she does not turn away nor move away. Llorana remains rooted to the spot, white toes splayed out to keep her balance for she already knows what is to come. His words had come and gone, fleeting as were the thoughts that accompanied them, for they were here and in the now. The way he drew close to her smaller and paler fourm was also hypnotic, and when his first touches come her body reacts by leaning into him. After moving along side her, his black fur caressing and possessing her lovely white, his bloody jaws then leave their mark in smeared crimson along her spine, painting the pristine fur there a pleasant and dark red. Her head is tilted at an angle so that one bright sapphire eye can watch him in his endeavors, even as he rounds her hindquarters and she can clearly see the muscles tensing beneath his dark fur. And again, she remains where she is, not moving away and returning to the shadows as she had done to him before. She would not be running again, for at long last the time has come for shadow to meet its maker.

She does not falter when at last the weight of him is upon her back, and although she strains to push up against him and hold him there for a few long moments, the inevitable does dutifully come. With his large and massive jaws snug around the back of her neck, his hot breath, saliva, and blood alike staining her there, Llorana at last sinks down to the ground. She does not go flat, however, keeping an arch of her body so that she is not so entirely at his whim and will. Beneath him and between his own legs, her thick white tail has gone stiff and risen as much as it can, and from behind it would be an interesting sight of a white tail along side his black as night tail. For while physically she has accepted his dominance, mentally she will always be at the same level as he. The white wolf is smart enough to know he is stronger and better than her when it comes to fighting, killing, and all the like, but that only means she must learn from him. Learn from him to grow stronger, better, faster. From a young age, regardless of her old revulsion against him, he has been a wolf to admire for his skill and his mindset. And now at last, with a fresh and new mindset about him, she is accepting of what he offers to her. That is not to say without a struggle, however, for even if her body does not move exactly it vibrates with the intense and throaty growl she gives up at him.

He is unrelenting, and Llorana does not think he will let her up so easy, but still she pushes up against him hard and firm. His claim and his marks are obvious, but there are always two sides to this dangerous tango between them and for the first time, she has it in her to retaliate in turn. Of course with her current position, it is near impossible, and so she will have to wait for him to.. allow her her feet again, but until then, she is snug and somewhat at ease beneath him. Relaxed is not a word for it, but content and maybe thrilled would suit it well. It even shows in the words she purrs out from beneath him. "If your extent is to hold me down..." Pausing, if only for dramatic effect, Llorana gives a sudden upward shove of her hips, in hopes to maybe dislodge him for but a moment but really, she doubts she'll get him to budge for even a split second. And when that doesn't work, she finishes her sentence with a rather subtle hiss of breath. ".. then I wonder what would be my fate if I were any other wolf."
Llorana
Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes