Wapun Meadow broken fingernails

Nasty teeth latched tight to her limb and he dug as deep as he was allowed. His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps that were desperate for her to hold still and let him have his way so that he might leave her, but Ithrik did not know that he could stop once he started. Her plea fell against his ears and he almost laughed at the tone. She was pathetic and weak. It was not that his overtaking her was a good demonstration of his strength, but that she deserved to be pulled down to the pits of the earth so that she would know the wrath of all that was evil in that world. The Apostle had told him as much, and so Ithrik knew it to be true, so he would follow the bidding of what he knew and he would sink himself into her so deep that she would feel him for the rest of her waking life.

The vile creature swung his head from side to side in an attempt to limit her mobility. Pulling his fangs free from her limb, the piebald devil swung himself wide and then moved to plant himself on her back. His arms moved to wrap around her, wanting to pull her close to him. “It's going to hurt a lot more,” he sneered wickedly, parting his jaws and aiming to latch them tight to the nape of her neck.