Nearly the entire time he was draped across her back, the girl struggled against him. She never stopped fighting, but his hold was firm upon her and he continued his work against each of her writhing attempts to escape from him. Soon, her movements quieted and he was allowed to finish, slipping off her of back to the side and finding his footing before he released his hold upon the back of her neck. Lips pulled back to expose his teeth, stained with her blood, and when she snarled in answer to his display his black velveteen lips only pulled back farther to expose pink gums. His tongue flicked forward as a growl built in his throat, teeth parting slightly to allow the sound to reverberate forth. It was a warning, but one that she did not heed.

When she sprung forward he lunged to meet her, and her canines grappled along the hind curve of his jaw, cutting into his flesh and bringing a bubble of crimson blood to the surface whose sheen stood out brazenly against his white fur. Meanwhile, his own teeth snapped at her ears, hoping to grab hold of one and perhaps even take a nick out of the flap as a prize. The searing pain along his jaw-line sent a shiver down his spine, but rather than roaring in pain, his growls quieted to a pleased rumble in his chest. It had been a long time since he had engaged in such a dance, the last time had been with the white temptress’s lackey, the shewolf traced in grays and blues that he had first encountered after leaving he bowels of the grotto behind last winter. They had nipped and bit at one another, pushing each other until they had finally parted ways without any deed that would result in pups. But this was different; this was like dessert after the main course. And Reaver wanted more.

As she disengaged, putting distance between herself and Reaver, the monstrous male’s nostrils flared and his maw parted to taste the air. He was not done with her, but the desire to feast upon her flesh had morphed and transformed into a different need. It was with this that the white wraith had kept a hold on him, the pain she had inflicted upon him and in turn he upon her had bound them. So he skirted forward, this time placing a firm nip upon the point of her hip, signaling that he would take her beneath him again if need be, but also giving her the chance to answer with her own teeth before he circled around her and stood once more. Poisonous jade eyes watched her in earnest, keen to take more from her, but in some strange way waiting for her to offer.

ooc; gah sorry this is not very good. feel free to have enya escape whenever you want. <3

Reaver

TEN - 42 IN/216 LBS - LONER