Lost Creek Hollow cabela's camouflage cup

gonna end here for ilya! feel free to respond again and then archive it! i'd love another thread, i just don't think she'd chase after him xP

It was too late. She wasn't able to defend herself and he was too overpowering. She had failed and she knew it.  She couldn't see his dark smile, but she heard his laugh, his growl. She let out a whimper, and with every bite he aimed at her a louder, more fearful, yelp. Ilya had nothing left to do. Her only response were cries that pled for whatever mercy he would give. She couldn't fight back, but she wanted nothing to do with this. When he had squared his hips with her, her only response was to give up. She had no fight back, and she fell limp in his grasp and waited.

But it never came.

The male fell from her and lurched, twice, into the snow. She stared in disbelief, but had no sympathy for him. Her muzzle burrowed into the snow and her paws fell over it. Her hindquarters curled themselves tightly near her, unmoving. Vomit found itself in her pelt but she didn't move. She only shook. Her last glance at the male was him running from her. She did not follow. She did not care what horrors shook him because of what he did. She was not any better. The only difference was that she was the victim. This had been his doing. Right now, he was the evil.