Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

he struck her down and she sunk to the dirt with her skull sliding across the snow. her body prone and lifeless. a singular ear drew back along iliksis' narrow skull as he regarded her with a strange semblance of apprehension.

he was not sorry his blow had stilled her, and he stepped towards her with longing in his eyes. he fought intensely with the impassioned urges that seized him; he wanted to fall upon her recumbent form then, to explore her in the only way he knew how: violently. to physically consummate their union of two intemperate and completely separate entities.

his willpower was far weaker than the incitement of his libido, yet before he could fall to her body she was awake again and turned upon him. again came the gnashing of teeth and the fling of blunted claws -- iliksis raised his tail high over his haunches and loosened a strident snarl. he had enjoyed their game and their bloodied scuffle, for a time -- but as was evident by the warring contrast of his physique, his control was waning.

illuminated by a sense of fierceness (and incited pain) that she fell upon him again, iliksis reared upright and sought to clout her, his limbs propped forth to strike her down once more.