mephala's web

Crescendo chuckled as the female yelped and sobbed. He stopped, but continued to wiggle and shift his weight around, hoping to make her uncomfortable. The silver eyes light up as he thought of something to give to the fae, something to remember him by. He focused his gaze on her shoulder, before unsheathing a single claw and running it lightly across her skin, in a pattern known only to him. Suddenly, he pressed down hard with the claw, and slowly and surely traced a spiral of crimson. He lifted the claw, before suddenly slashing down the middle of the spiral.

What a great ending to their time together. If he was lucky, it would bleed, if he was luckier, a scar. A scar to remember. He leaped of her and dragged a chunk of stringy flesh to her. Wordlessly, he draw back to the shadows to watch.