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This had started out as another way to fuel my anger, satisfy my lethal rage at losing Atania. I needed some way to blow off steam and so far killing wolves seemed to help, at least a little. But Enya is not the usual prey. She is challenging and she seems to enjoy the confrontation, even though she's receiving pain and threats between every attack. I'm not the kind to back down and I don't do equal footing, at least not in the normal sense. I respected Atania and let her make decisions from time to time but she knew I was the male and I wouldn't hesitate to "punish" her when she made the wrong choice. Like breeding and having that creature she called Anastasia. She was supposed to be our daughter but she called too much attention from Atania, taking it away from me. I couldn't handle that so I avoided the creature at all costs and started calling her "it." I snarled at her any chance I got and made it all too apparently to Atania that I wouldn't tolerate her. Atania finally disappeared with the creature and when she returned months later, she told me she had killed her. I thought that meant it was the end of it and there would be no more talk of more creatures but Atania wouldn't let it drop. She wanted a family but I tried to tell her again and again that I didn't want it. I wanted only her. That was enough for me. But it wasn't for her. She kept pushing and finally we decided on going to Diveen to find someone to foster a child. That way she would get her wish and have the creation of both our bloods and I would get what I wanted. Once the creature is born, we would put it off on someone else and never have to see it again. Of course I knew she wouldn't stand down and would probably end up visiting but as long as she knew her time was all mine, I didn't care. I don't know if I can ever have that with anyone else but I have to admit, Enya is the first wolf to make me not feel the need to kill her. Like Atania's own stubborn streak, Enya keeps on coming. She meets me blow for blow and holds her ground. As she lunges, I rush to meet her, popping my head up but I miss her chin. I do manage to collide with her chest though, my shoulder already aching but it's well worth it. Before she can recover, I twist my neck and grab for the scruff of her neck. I'm rewarded with it in my teeth I start to hear her teeth snapping, trying to grasp my chest. Releasing her scruff, I feel her teeth puncture where shoulder meets chest and I roar in pain and anguish, bringing my own mouth down to try to snap on her ear. If I grab it, I'll then twist and try to manually pull her head away from me. I speak through my snapping teeth. "Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." Is this what it's like to flirt? Probably not the normal method. Adonis_male_nine years old_entranced by 39in, 190# Devil May Cry x Natalya * sired by Brother to |