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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:12 am
Spite held his breath as the doe advanced, doing everything in his power to keep from breaking out into a grin. He's not amused, no, the smile would have been meant to disarm, to confuse, but the way Craves was practically smothering him with her proximity, the buck knew if he did smile, it would not end well for him. A part of him wanted to though.
And while compromise was something he rarely ever participated in, he was more than willing when the other party was himself. It was not a smile but the teasing lilt was audible when he answered, "Yes?" and braced himself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:13 am
"Well, I find that funny as well. But I find this-" The glow of the markings on her chest brightened to practically blinding before abruptly dimming. There was a sharp, resounding crack of bone striking bone as the hornless doe brought her forehead down against Spite's snout. "-much funnier."
She blinked her vision clear of the pain-induced tears, ignoring the sting above her eyes, and giving the buck a grin. Her gaze followed the trail of blood on the buck's snout, and unconsciously licked her lips. Craves took several steps back, the look on her face a challenging taunt for him to retaliate. And yet, he wasn't looking at her. But rather behind her?
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:14 am
He stayed down, not because the blow was enough to incapacitate him, but because he knew the effect it would have on his caiman. "You sure took your time," Spite murmured, snorting out blood as he watched the toothy reptile lunging at the doe.
To Craves, he said "Why don't we make this into a running joke?" And waited for her to flee. Except the glint in the butch doe's eyes, the way her hooves dug into the ground, Spite realized she wasn't going to back down. And she looked ready to make a meal out of Backlash.
Spite got to his feet and hollered out a command and prayed to the Motherfather that for once, for once, that the caiman actually obeyed his order of "STOP!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:15 am
Craves let out a frustrated groan when the caiman came to a screeching halt. Just her luck, this was the second lost meal of the morning and it had to be yet another familiar that belonged to Spite. She would have to give him credit for truly did embody his name, except she wasn't feeling charitable enough. Instead, she chose to vent her frustration on him with a hard stamp of her hoof against his instep.
"Why do you have so many familiars?!" she said rather than demanded because a demand suggested she wanted an actual response. Really, all she wanted from him was to remain a target. And if the caiman tried to interfere with her venting, she would be more than happy to switch her attention elsewhere.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:18 am
Spite let out a yelp and raised his bruised leg, stumbling as he backtracked away from the doe's attempt to trample him into the ground. "Can't help with you that, sweetness. But you look reeeeal worked up and I bet if I listened real careful like, I'll hear your belly complaining about being empty. How's about you and I do something more constructive with that energy, hmmm?"
He didn't miss a beat even when he found putting too much weight on the injured leg hurt something fierce. But Spite found the doe passionate (violent) and interesting (fun) and if spending more time with her meant walking with a limp for a few weeks, he'd gladly pay the price.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:21 am
Craves stared at him, bewildered by the fact that he hadn't turned tail at this point and more than a little suspicious of his intentions. But... if she could get him to hunt food for her at least for that morning, maybe she could also satisfy a second hunger that she hadn't felt in quite some time.
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