Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

it would be a lie to say iliksis was not satisfied by the precocious success of his attack: the juvenile hardly knew what had hit him, and crumpled into the snow underneath him. iliksis wasted no time in attempting to straddle the youth with the entire of his body weight, though he felt the grey's hinds kicking furiously under him with sharp pangs of pain. the pain only made him furious, which made his attacks that much more vicious in their iniquitous nature.

burr's cries were heard, but they did not dissuade iliksis from his task: with burr still upended, the male flattened his body as much as he could, pressing as close to burr's struggling body as he could to eliminate the boy's kicks from gaining any power. like a spider he sought to wrap himself around burr's frame and hold him there, until exhaustion crept into his struggles. once that panicked fatigue was achieved, iliksis would pull back just enough that the pressure was lifted from burr's frantic body. the male deliberately left enough room between their forms that burr could feasibly have flipped over onto his stomach and attempted to claw his way out.

iliksis remained poised over burr with a thrill strumming in his heart -- and as soon as burr's feet collected under his young body and he rose, iliksis would strike again. this time iliksis lunged for the back of the boy's skull, his teeth seeking to close around the very beginning of the hapless youth's neck. the second his wicked teeth found contact, iliksis would swing back with all of his force and heave his neck sideways in a hurling manner not unlike the swing of a hammer -- a gesture designed to mercilessly snap burr's spine immediately, and leave him wholly helpless to iliksis' advances.