Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

It took some time for the girl to stir from her mangled state. It was in those first moments of realization that he lived for. It was almost as though the fear spiked in them when they first realized what had happened to them. Those moments felt too palpable for him; too difficult to pass. It was not often that he was able to linger long enough to witness them. When he could, he tried to linger as long as was possible.

The girl fumbled around for a minute. He could see her empty sockets squeeze together; empty eyelids crinkling on her face. It might have been comical if he had been in a better mood. They still oozed with tissue and blood, but most of it had caked to her face. As if the thought of the petrified blood reminded him, he flicked his eyes to her rear and smiled at the sight of his seed and her blood congealed against her hocks. He had done well to her and he ruffled the length of his fur in a shake before speaking to her in a rasped and hollow voice. “You'll fall and die,” he warned her.