She received no answer, but the command to feed. Her ears came forward rather than bent under oppressive, for in truth there was no hostile tone to harm them. Though grating his voice his utterance came softly to encourage that stubborn pride to fall away to reason. She had eaten only a little at the site of the hunt. Her tongue savored the sweet drink of the kill though her teeth had yet to rend through the flesh, nor did her muzzle become dirty with the full delve into the fallen's warm body. She had been too quick to run, nipped at the heels by her own naked fear. He was right to order her... this she knew. And though it pained her in heart to comply without contest, she did so with care and for a moment relinquished her convictions.
Stained ivories parted to touch the cold air, rattling briefly til the found purchase in the warmth of torn flesh. Her frenzied growls were muted at best, though the sweet whines of pleasure could not easily be silenced. This was what it was to eat, to feel warm in heart and body as she dined. Had she been a lesser being she might was wept in delight, but instead saved her tears and sang softly of her joy. How she needed this. How she desired it. And to have it now, to feel her stomach filling not with scraps but proper meat... how by the gods had she allowed this damnation to prevail for so long! Each morsel was a promise that another days was hers to have. Each swallow brought energy she had long been void of. And when the flesh was consumed and what remained was a smear, she lapped her stained maw with the satisfaction for the feast. But would not... could not bring herself to look to the male that had brought her this sliver over a bounty.
For to look at him was admitting that he indeed offered her what she needed. |