Overture Downs the sun will come out tomorrow..

he admired her strength, the passion with which she fought him -- it would make for a slower death. shardul grinned as she tore aside, clucking his barbed tongue mockingly as blood from her snarling jaws spattered upon his face -- his own blood. her wails of torment, wrung unwillingly from the recesses of her chest -- they would be as a boon to him.

but his baser desires overrode his want to torture the wolf slowly; shardul dipped his muzzle and took her throat betwixt his jaws, beginning a python's squeeze 'round her windpipe.