I’m still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures
- Fall Out Boy “Immortals”

There was beauty in violence. It was unrestrained and required finesse to be successful. Each ligament of his lean figure was fine tuned for such delights. Blackthorne was no spring pup anymore, but neither was he even near half-life. Every day of his life had been a testament to his will to survive and conquer and it showed in the powerful assault on the unsuspecting girl. True, he didn’t need to be so forceful. After all, she was not even full grown yet. Her body would take several more moons to fill out and her muscles to form with added strength. Yet in her youth she had agility and speed in spades. The Darkbringer could not allow her to escape his grasp. There were too many games hinged on this little one’s head and he had grown quite bored of late.

The female sits down from the force of his brute assault and Blackthorne hovers up against her, using his height to keep her subdued, his strength a warning that should she rise, he would not hesitate to put her back down. Silver lips reveal white fangs, charcoal eyes flashing in a triumphant sort of glaze. Dangerous, daring. This was but part of the true Blackthorne, brute force, silver tongue. A creature of violent delights.

The girl tries to temper herself, her words singed with other emotions. Colored by things she tries to push down. It makes his snarl turn into a predatory grin.

”I do not need you to spread stories of me, little one. There are enough of those for now and more will come later by mouths much greater than yours.” The words are daggers, digging in, letting her know how little he thinks of her. She is a pup. A mayfly, birthed and passing, nothing he fretted over. Her fear of him tasted sweet but ultimately it didn’t matter. ”All I need is for you to sing for me for all to hear. You are the rabbit, little one, and I am waiting for the wolf.” What did that make him? The snake in the grass. Immediately he jerks his head down, intending to bite the scruff of her neck, to give her pain so that she might howl, might scream, might draw attention that he needed.

He had intended to take her hostage but without Nyteshade about, he didn’t have the time to watch her properly. Besides, his ears were desperate for some noise.