:::not here for my _{confessionals:::}

Despite the seemingly sweet disposition of the one he sought, Malignus was ready for her fight. There was nothing so desperate as a female struggling to keep her purity, and he bore many scars beneath his pelt as testament to this. When the dark lady rushed headlong into his trap, he was quick to use his body to seal the entrance, safeguarding her only way out. At first she did not realize what had happened, and even nudged the carcass of the rabbit he had left for her. With a slimy grin of satisfaction, Malignus lurched forward and rose above the girl, ignoring the thorns that tore at his ears and skull as he clasped her. She tried to turn, struggled to buck him off, but the scavenger was not so easily dissuaded and he held her fast, gripping the loose skin of her scruff between his teeth. Not only would this keep her from reaching around to maul him, but it would hold her head low so that she could not howl for assistance.

Malignus was indeed skilled at his art.

Having finally overpowered her, the tawny male got to enjoying himself. Eyes shut with the pleasure, he ignored the yelps, whines and angered growls of the other, hind legs dug into the soil so that she could not drag him through the small exit. Around them the sunlight filtered through the thorny prison, and the bushes rattled in the wind as the mountain swore its revenge. Twin eyes of the palest yellow flickered open, and the dog finally began to feel nervous. With a grunt he completed his act, although he still held the fatale for the time it would have taken for their tie to break, during which he shifted his weight, forcing her to move around so that her tail was facing the small patch of sky that shone through the entryway.

Malignus ceased his warning growls he had been issuing throughout the ordeal quite suddenly and spoke, although the words were garbled around his mouthful of her fur, “Thorry to Ditthapoint you darling. I apprethiate your kindnetth and the gift you have given me today. I can only hope you enjoyed our little rendezvous half ath mutch ath I have. Au Revoir!”

With that he released her, spinning on a dime and disappearing once more, leaving the poor female to fight her way out of the thorns. From here it was only a short way to the borders of Spirane, and it took Malignus no time at all in his haste to reach and cross the scent line before vanishing into the woodland beyond.

OOC: I hope that you don't mind the little bit of powerplay:) If you do, you can let me know and I'll edit my post:)