| You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink
Her tricolored ears twitched as she turned to see the obsidian boy mid-pounce. Despite her mind screaming for her limbs to move he connected and an unintended whined escaped as she hit the earth, it may have softened the blow but it still hurt none the less. Still his teeth seemed relentless as he snapped at her paws, most would question him in rage and try to force them off but Litha was such a clever girl. The obsidian boy was much larger and stronger than she was so she had to beat him at his own game but in a vastly different manner.
At every snap, she pulled her paws closer to her ribcage as she whined almost akin to a child being punished. Her ears folded back and her tail tucked between her legs, pinning to her belly. She continued her whining and began to lick at his chin almost as if she were his subordinate. Occasionally her tail would wag against her belly and nudge his chin despite the fact his teeth could turn harshly on her face. She knew what she must do and knew if her father saw her like this he would be a lot harsher on her. She wouldn’t be weak, she couldn’t. She had to be conniving and cunning to get what she wanted out of life.
It had only been moments since she began even though it seemed like an eternity, with one more small whine she licked then wrapped her teeth around his throat. She held him firmly but not enough to pierce his flesh but she may scrape or pierce him if he jerked his throat away. She couldn’t help but smile into his neck; she used her paws and pushed herself between his limbs feeling his claw scrape at her from her chest to her belly. Perhaps she could have thought that through a little better but she was now free.
A normal wolf would likely release him and run away and yet Litha was never quite normal. She licked against his throat once more and sat with her head beneath his own; a tug from his paw could easily pull her underneath him again, or his teeth could meet her flesh but she stayed never really seeing the danger. “Now, what is it you want?” Her tone was light and angelic but very cold even as she pressed into him for the warmth despite the fact she had little interest and looking at him choosing the scenery as a better site to see.
-Litha
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