Fairspell Meadow she picked wild flowers

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There was a familiar satisfaction in tearing another living creature apart that had settled in the pit of his stomach like a rock. He was elated with having found a mark for himself, and his body slacked against her own, almost peacefully. The devil knew that he would not have another in him, so he slunk from her frame and pulled himself away, lowering his muzzle to guard his neck. They never fought back after such an action, but he wanted to be sure that she would leave him be. Once his legs were moving him, and his paws hitting the earth, he missed the trembling that he had felt while sprawled atop her body. He missed the way her limbs had quivered as he finished inside of her. It was such a delightful feeling that he believed he would release her and attempt to hunt her down again at a later time. Perhaps, when she had recovered and was feeling strong again.

Without another word to the pale female, Ithrik turned and left her where she was. He did not bother to know her name or her home; the devil was riding on too big of a high from their encounter. The taste of her still filled his mouth and he wished that he had pulled a trophy from her before leaving; something that he could have relived their moment with. Making a mental note to hunt her down later, Ithrik vanished into the darkness and sought his nephew once more.