Boartusk Heights Let's Go Up In Flames

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There had been a deep acceptance as she looked into the crimson eyes of her fated killer. A punishment for her transgressions that would surely bring the gods pleasure as the very blood in her veins watered the earth beneath her. The demoness would not go down without a fight, and they had surely known this when Artemis had selected her for their entertainment. Her shoulders set square in defiance of the sow, and the porcelain of her teeth lay bared in a snarl. A woman forged of war would only accept a death of peril.

The sound of the boar's squeal was shocking and unexpected. Dysis blinked as it writhed before her, caught in a shroud of dismay as the familiar golden highlights rode the beast into the ground. The adrenaline that had flowed through her in anticipation of her movements drained as quickly as it had been supplied. The large female stared at the situation with a hesitant uncertainty, and she made no move to assist. Leonidas had been her quarry a mere moon cycle before. There lied suspicion within his motives that prompted her skepticism in observing his actions. The sound of the blood pouring upon the stones beneath their paws was accompanied with a shaky intake of breath, but the gore was not evoking the reaction. 

The golden eyes that caught her own glowed in the absence of the sunlight. Dysis would have thought the ghastly male to have been a descendent of Helios himself had she not known where his blood ran from, but the demoness could not look away from the scene before her. The sheer masculine and vile energy that surged forth from his actions stunned her into silent observation in an effort to commit every moment of it to memory. The demon to her demoness. There was something primal that surged forth as the decapitated head of the boar rolled to her feet. A deadly attraction to the obscene nature of the offering before her.

Had he offered in those moments of foolish weakness, Dysis would have taken him for all he was worth with no regard to the repercussions of her actions. The moment did not last long before the large female was back to her old ways. I will not feed from your kill. The meat is tainted. Her tone held all the weight of defiance, but the female made no move to lunge for him this time. The brute had earned a small win. A quick movement positioned Dysis away from the boar head, but she remained parallel to Leonidas. In an attempt to size him up, she remained closer to him than ever before. The potential for another taste of his metallic blood increasing with their proximity. 

A suspicious gaze scrutinized him from her position. There were ulterior motives here, and the demoness would rather starve than give in to the male before her. The rumbling of her stomach gave that much away. An idea came to mind, though. One of mischief. I prefer to watch. A voice sweeter than honey coaxed him with all the implications of a serpent as the woman sat expectantly.