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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 22:09:22 GMT -5
[[For Raven and her Acantha only]]
The [M]alice in my heart As comical as it sounded, Malice ended up literally dragging the stubborn female the entire way to his destination. He had options, and if this didn't work something else will. Still, he might as well have fun somewhere in the process. She had not struggled much in her jaws on the journey, but still he could taste her blood in his mouth. No doubt she was stiff and her neck run raw. He didn't even want to imagine what her side felt like. Maybe she would cool of and grown some manners before he resorted to any punishment or force toward herself. It was a slim break, but pain could do many things. He finally released her neck and let her drop to the ground, not planning on any gentleness until she showed respect. "Well vixen, get up!" He said, his temper still in the process of hiding itself. May never fade.. |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 22:20:35 GMT -5
Acantha had never felt more relief than when he stopped and let go of her. Her side was killing her, as was her neck. When she heard him demand that she get up, she hesitated for a moment. Oh, she knew very well where they were just by looking around. It scared her a bit, as much as she hated to admit to herself, but she wasn't going to show it. She wearily lifted herself to her paws, her whole left side slightly numb. And when it wasn't numb, it was raw and sore to the lightest movement or touch. But she wasn't going to let herself cringe. She raised her hackles once more, and tucked her tail. No way in hell was she going to let him see her fear. So her dark brown eyes met his in a deep glare, filled with complete hatred, though she was silent.
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 22:31:00 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Even though she tried to hide it, Malice could practically smell the fear. His teeth bared, he faced her glare down. Not in the least worried of her lashing out. By now she had gotten a good look at his face, which fur did little to cover the scars. Sure she could leave one of her own, if she was prepared to feel twice the pain. His large form circled her, wondering how she would behave now that the scenes had changed a bit. All the while not loosing his irritated face, "What will you do now?" He teased, letting a grin taint the sides of his lips. She was the first wolf in a long time to meet the reason his mother cursed him such a name. Any other situation and Acantha probably wouldn't understand. He let his jaws bump against her rump, wondering in amusement her reaction to that. Blazes with the brightest... |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 22:37:46 GMT -5
She flinched slightly when he began circling her, questioning what she would do. She said absolutely nothing, but she took notice to the grin forming at the corners of his mouth. She remained silent, but she jumped when his jaws touched her rump. She sat down quickly, tail still tucked. She then thought that maybe her sitting down would only make him more angry. And though she knew what was coming was already bad enough, she didn't want to make it any worse. She stood, slowly, and untucked her tail. She kept her gaze on him, though, whenever he came into view. Her whole body was tense, and finally, she spoke. "Wolves like you disgust me." She snarled. Now she could not take the words back, and whatever happened to her, well...happened.
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 23:01:43 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart His body shook with laughter at her actions, not deciding what was best for her own health. She couldn't hide her feelings now, and any more insults would prompt him to continue her torture. She threw another at him, and for some reason they made his stop cold. His body stilled as he stared at Acantha, 'Don't become like your father!' his mother said. Malice turned to see his so called father punishing a male slave for no reason, 'the sight of wolves like that disgust me.' his mother said close to breaking down again. He just lay there, cuddling toward her for warmth.' Pale blue eyes focused on the female before him. Though she still had a mouth, she was clearly petrified of his actions. He could tell himself she was bringing these events on herself, but that made it no more different then pure torture. Suddenly rage built up in his chest, he wouldn't let this female insult him though. He didn't care if she was blind and helpless. anyone with sense wouldn't have provoked him in their position. He growled and lunged at her, his back at her chest as he made a grab for that same sore spot on her neck. "I didn't think you would learn even if you were brought here." He mused, holding her in that dangerous position. May never fade... |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 23:12:22 GMT -5
Acantha yelped slightly when he grabbed the spot on her neck. Oh, she was certainly in a dangerous position now. But would she never learn? Even now she wanted to say something. She was already in way over her head. Way over her head. And nothing she would say would change what he might do now that she had angered him so much. How she wanted to snap back, so what was stopping her? Scared as she was, a shaking slightly, her temper was raging on inside. Her mind was screaming at her, and ever on did her fierce temper rampage. Could she not just keep her mouth shut. Oh, her mind was certainly commanding her to. But since when did she listen to her mind. Her maw opened and before she could stop, she was spitting the words viciously. "What's to learn from someone like you?" She snarled. "How to be a nobody that gets his sick kicks from other wolves that were slaves? To take his anger out on others like he was so much greater? You're a sorry excuse for a living creature. I feel a deep pity for the likes of you." She paused, breathing heavily. Oh, she had really done it now. Had she ever been so afraid?
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 23:26:26 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Oh, her insults stung so bad he could cry. Maybe at a later date he just might show her what her words did. She certainly had a mouth, it spoke truth but who else would listen. There would be such things in the world no matter what. There was always a bad guy to the good. He just happen to play both parts. He had grown good at it. She had chosen her own path, pissing him off more in his own bad mood. Instead of taunting her with more words, he decided to get on with what she had dug. Sure he really didn't plan to do anything here, but then again he didn't expect her mouth to continue after such a journey and its location. Malice forced himself into her, but for some reason held back from causing her too much pain. His muzzle unlatched itself from her scruff and lowered to her ear, "You could be my mate you know." There it was, her way out. Then these possible pups would have a real future. not only that, but she wouldn't have to see the worst of his tempers. Such a rank as alphess, she would have many freedoms. Well, say for leaving his side. She probably hated his guts the way he was now. Would she really ever meet the better side of himself? Dims with thoughts... |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 23:34:36 GMT -5
Acantha yelped slightly, a short and quiet yelp. She then clamped her mouth shut, allowing her ears to flatten against her skull once more. She should have seen it coming, with what she had said. She had seen it coming, in fact. But aside, she was still slightly shocked. Her old master had never done anything like this, despite how terrible he was. But then again, she had never said such cutting words to her older master. She could only figure that she deserved everything she got. Her mind was in overdrive, and only did she stop thinking so frantically when she heard him speak again. She was even more so surprised by his offer. She started thinking again, her hatred towards him dieing down a bit even after what was happening. He had, after all, taken the time to offer when he could have been doing quite a bit of damage to the girl-- mentally for the most part. But no, he had actually stopped to ask her. Was he all that bad? Well, this was her way out. She could just say that one word, if she could, and things would be easier. Would that be it? She thought for a moment more. Ah, well, it was worth a shot, was it not. She opened her mouth to speak, but found she couldn't. So, she weakly nodded her head, ever-so-slightly.
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 23:48:52 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart It was strange. His temper seemed to dissappear altogether. It was like both of their voices had quit working as well. Acantha had all in one motion become one of the most important wolves in his pack. Malice was quick to release himself inside her, but all the while being completely gentle. He was off her quickly and had his back facing her, "In that case... we should go home...now." He trailed off before turning toward her. Whether he impregnated her or not did not matter a whole lot. The fact that she seemed to calm down diminished his own mood. Malice was back to his mellow self and yet he couldn't, just yet, smile at her or give her the extent of his affections. It seemed like the wrong place to even begin. He finally turned toward her, his eyes drawn to her rather pained body. She could relax and clean herself off. He was surprised he didn't let himself go and do worse to her. Fades if only a little... |
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Post by raven on Feb 19, 2008 2:00:33 GMT -5
Acantha nodded slightly at his suggestion of them going 'home'. She was surprised with herself, for being calm so quickly. But she certainly had. Now her temper had relented, backed away into hiding until it could be of use again. Acantha didn't think that would be any time soon, however. She could return to her calm self, now that there was someone worth doing so for. She glanced up at him as he looked back at her. She could only wonder if he had impregnated her. Only time could tell, however. Would she truly become a mother in a matter of time, if she were pregnant? But, once again she thought, only time would be able to answer her questions, and she would have to wait patiently until then. She walked forward a few steps, stopping when she was beside Malice. She kept her gaze ahead of her, and kept silent, as her voice still seemed to have left her. The stubborn gaze she once had in her eyes had certainly faded, and now she simply looked calm and nonthreatening.
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