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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:34 am
In a flash of movement Torao finally did let Hisoka off the tree only to lash out and bite the back of his neck seconds later. He ignored the indignant cry his partner gave and kept his hold. Why couldn’t he just see how much Torao really cared about him? He bit down harder. It could have been just like old times. Harder. They could have been free. Harder still. There was no one left to judge them! Again he increased the pressure on Hisoka’s neck. He was biting down so hard that his jaw was beginning to hurt.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:35 am
Hisoka was furious. If there was one thing he had really be glad to be rid of it was Torao’s violent tendencies. He would have told the stallion so if he has been able to get anything out of his lips that weren’t pained cries or whimpers. Hisoka bit his lip but remained still despite the throbbing coming from his neck. With the grip the Tiger had something would tear if he tried to get away now. As the pressure continued to grow he couldn’t stand it any longer.
He kicked Torao as best as he could at such an awkward angle and pulled away when his grip loosened. Thin streams of blood trickled down Hisoka’s neck and Torao seemed a bit shocked to see them. The white Fox was shaking in a combination of fury and dulling pain. “I...I hate you.” Hisoka’s voice was dangerously low and serious. “I hate you the most Torao.” Without another word Hisoka blew out his lanterns and faded into the night leaving Torao alone.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:37 am
Torao watched helplessly as Hisoka disappeared into the darkness. He hadn’t realized what he was doing. He just wanted Hisoka to listen to him. That was all. He just wanted to be with Hisoka again but it had all gone wrong. His secret had left him again. His secret’s words echoed around in his mind like ghosts. He hated him. Hisoka hated him. Hisoka hated Torao the most. The Tiger’s body tensed as his head bowed to the ground. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. A fire was building up inside of him threatening to cook him alive if he didn’t expel it.
“Why...?” He growled beginning to shake. Slowly he raised his head until he fixed the space where Hisoka had just been standing with a piercing stare. “Why do you always make me feel so useless?!” He roared his words filling the silence of the forest as he kicked out at a nearby tree. A sparrows’ nest fell from it and he trampled it before moving on to the next tree and the next.
By the time the sun had turned that sky it’s light blue color the area surrounding the creamy white stallion was a mess. Weaker trees had been snapped in two while the stronger had been scrapped up. Bark and leaves were strewn about haphazardly with bloody and battered carcasses of forest dwellers lying atop them. Bloody hoof prints made abstract and grotesque pictures in the dirt and in the center of it all lay the tiger pelted stallion. His chest heaved like he couldn’t get enough air. His black mane clung to his neck and face with a mixture of sweat and blood from other creatures. His creamy pelt was covered with blood, sweat and dirt and his eyes were fixed longingly down the trail ahead of him.
“Hisoka…why?” He whined before letting his eyes slip closed exhaustion claiming him.
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