She snarled, lunging at him as he came back at her. Her paws sunk into his shoulder and she tried to flip him over. He was way too large, and she
wasnt sure if she could do it. She bit at his ears, snapping her jaws, trying to grab anything that she could. Once she lost her grip, she pushed herself
off of him and growled. Blood dripped off her maw, and she smiled deviantly, red tinging her fangs as well. She snarled, lashing out with a claw though she wasnt
close. She was only trying to get him to keep his distance, not get him that time.
She flicked her ears back, and prepared herself for another attack.
"Ill kill you first, you ugly brute." She spat, looking at him with anger. How dare he think she was a slave, and then make matters worse by saying she would still be
one. She'd rather die, and she would kkill to keep it from happening.
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He threw his head back in a howl of pain as her claws sunk into his flesh. What the hell? What was that feeling that was coming from his body? Was that PAIN? Was that what other had felt when he had impaled them? He stopped for a moment, and where-as somebody might have been bothered by it, a wicked curl danced over his muzzle. “Oh that was good…do it again.” He gritted his teeth and recklessly ran in her direction. He made it all too easy for her to catch him all over again. “Your going to be my SLAVE.” He hissed out her with a roar of laughter coming from his chest. Anything to feel that sensation again. “Come on SLAVE you don’t like it Do something about it.” He cackled once again as his eyes danced playfully.
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When her claws didnt do the trick, she lunged at him, wrapping her claws around his throat and biting at the back of his neck. She felt her fangs sink into a mess of mane, and realized that a quick death that way was out of the question.
She pushed off once more, spitting and gagging. God males were so gross! Thats why she much preferred the affection and company of females. She lifted her eyebrow and growled. Her maw and toes matted with blood now. She licked her lips, tasting
the copper flavor of the blood. His blood. He tasted good, and she felt herself stalk closer. She had a thing for blood, something that wasnt easy to hide. She licked her lips again, only this time it was in anticipation of the liquid running down
her throat.
"Call me whatever you want, because soon no words will flow from your throat. The only thing to flow from there will be the hot steaming blood that flows from your veins and into my mouth. Come now. I havent got all day, and Im hungry."
She demanded, grinning maniacally. She was now caught in the bloodlust, and the only way to escape such a thing was to feed.. And she wanted to feed from him. But she didnt just want to feed. She wanted to feel him die first, and the thought made her
laugh.
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Oh the pain was just so revitalizing to him, he lifted his head to roar again but this wasn’t anguish and surprise like before this was pleasure. Pure and absolute pleasure. He lifted up his own muzzle and the smell wafted into his nostrils. Oh blood…what a wonderful smell. His eyes darted back to her. If he drank hers then he would gain her power. But she wasn’t bleeding? He glanced over himself. No that was all his blood. How in the hell was this possible that he didn’t leave a single mark on the b***h? Then again he wasn’t really trying either. He spit out the steak to the ground and licked the blood that was dripping off his face.
“Give me your power!” ******** the sticks, he was going to take her down with the power that god gave him. With his claws stretched out he lept towards his face. He needed more power.
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She lunged with him, causing them to roll into a ball of teeth and claws. She lashed out at him, and his blood trailed along his body. He lashed out at her, and blood began marking the flawless pelt of hers.
She snarled, feeling the pain and biting him as hard as she could. She wasnt sure why he asked for her power.. The only power she had was the strength she had trained herself to have. She growled once they came to a
stop, and bit into his shoulder, allowing the blood to flow freely. Lapping at it, she began purring. She loved the taste of blood.. It was intoxicating.
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He smashed into the ground as the force of her rolled him back onto the dirt beneath his paws, causing his wounds to pool and blister with the fresh blood that was now pouring off of him like a free flowing river. His gullet rumbled again with another equally more powerful roar then before sending shockwaves to the location Swemoes was watching. It made the manned wolf shutter. Never had he once heard such a sound from his companion. He lowered his head and continued to stay out of sight, getting eaten was not part of his agenda for the day; god only knew with the way the two were ‘flirting’ with each other what would happen.
The lion on the other paw seamed so tangled into the moment he did something so far from his personality and gave her head a slight ‘affection’ butt as he began to run his tongue over her fresh wounds.
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She growled at his headbutt, but it was a low gutteral sound. More a warning of irritation over a thread of attack. Her tail swished angrily, but she watched as he
licked her wounds and she flicked back her ears. What was he doing? This wasnt normal.. If she wasnt so busy licking his wounds (that she had created), she might have stood
and told him off. But the coppery liquid was coating her tongue and making it hard for her to think. She rolled onto her back, letting his blood drip and when it was within
reach she licked it up, and waited, continuing the process quite a few times.
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He could feel her power running down his gullet. Normally it was customary for the thing to be dead before draining it of blood- but he seamed to have a change or ‘heart’ (if he had one anyway). If she stayed alive wouldn’t that mean he could constantly tap into a well of power for the rest of his life? He had never considered that draining prey, but then again they weren’t strong enough to live this long. His tongue gentally caressed her again as if not to waste a drop of anything. What a strange feeling he had with this…slave…he almost felt ‘attached’ to her. But then again it could have just been the euphuism from all the pain he was feeling.
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"Enough," She growled, pushing him off and standing. She cleared her throat, trying to look like a lady; though her body was stained crimson by the combination of his blood and her own. She
looked at him a glare and shook herself off. She was full of her desire for the blood, and now she was irritated. He had licked her and she hadn't given permission. How dare he mar her pale, perfect
body.
"You do not get to drink from me. You are a lesser, whether you think it or not."
She growled, and stalked off. She hoped to find Mkali, but she wouldnt tell her who she'd met.
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He rolled back discontented as she pushed him off. He was rather enjoying it. “Oh get off your high horse.” But by the time he managed to stumble to his paws she had already darted off towards her pride. He tried to stumble forward and follow her but well he had knocked the stuffing out of him to be honest. At this point Swemoes emerged like normal to tend to Aro’s wounds. But the only thing the lion could say to him, “I need that female…find out where she is…” He knocked his friend away from his wounds. “FOLLOW HER…don’t worry about me.” He groaned and Swemoes shot off behind the blood trail.
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