Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

iliksis had only eyes for his quarry: the girl's pleas, his uncle's derisive laughter -- all of that was missed as iliksis looked down upon the sprawled and kicking form of the woman he had just assailed. she was upended in the snow, thrashing like a trout pulled from water -- with a hungry growl he fell upon her with fangs unsheathed.

the darkness of his plans were revealed by the forceful way he positioned himself -- between hefty kicks of her limbs he grunted and attempted to straddle her, fending off her defenses with quick snaps of his jaws. he was hungry -- but not for hare -- for a moment he sought to make eye contact with her; as if to tell her, this is what is in store for you. this is what i will do to you.

she would struggle, and iliksis would enjoy it - he always did. but first, he would have to physically eviscerate her and strip her of any defense. as her limbs plucked about him he fell upon her front leg with a savage intensity, teeth finding sinew, searing tissue -- a satisfying crack hit his ears as he reared back as if a man on a line -- he had tasted of her blood and her sweat and fear -- and soon, he would taste of her.

he was about to force his way into her when a particularly powerful clout of her thrashing hind legs impacted his gut, taken by surprise given the sorry state he had left her front leg in. with a grunt he was bowled backwards and winded -- the pain caused a blind rage to overcome him and with a snarl he flung himself after her. he would not let her escape - she was his to torment, his to defile -- and she would suffer for her outburst.