Blackfeather Woods madhatter teaparty

  She cringes as the male grinds his teeth into her fur, creating more blood to flow. Her body tells her to screech in agony, but she rejects. The thing she hated most was to give in. She had never recalled to give up on a fight, and to do so created flames from head to toe. But even still, the pain makes her silently plead for the madness to end, as much as a crooked part of her enjoyed it. You can run... a voice tells her. A small growl escapes from her cage-like teeth.. No way! The last option was to run. But to think such thoughts was very foolish. His hold puts her in a disadvantage though. Prevents her from using the most lethal weapon: fangs. Maybe claw at his snout? Or his other eye?

 But there was no need, for the male finally released his death grip. She was quick to get on her fours and shake of her now blood-stained pelt. She sat down on the damp earth and examined her fresh wounds, not noticing the male looking her over. 


What I truly want is to kill you.


 The words weren't that surprising, but what he said next had. She tilted her head slightly, a smirk on her face. Her ocean blue eyes studied him. "You want to have me do you? Well that does spark interest in me." She made a fake innocent look. "But why me out of everyone? I'm such a bad little girl, and I did attack you and all." Her tail swished back and forth in a slow motion. She wanted him desperate before he could claim her. It wasn't that easy to convince someone as stubborn as her. "Hell, I don't even know your name. Why should I want to be with you?"