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01-08-2014, 11:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2014, 11:10 PM by Satanic Silk.)
The vixen - could he call her that? - was upon him in seconds. Seconds where he took a quick breath and suddenly there was a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was choking, drowning in the sensations. It was death upon him. She was death, a visage that haunted him and literally tore into him. A cut on his neck, blood spilled down the black skin, hugging at the long winter hairs. Sweat grew upon his brow, his chest dampened, his girth and shoulders. In his gullet it was damp enough that a drop fell to the earth, steam rising as it hit the heat. Normally a scrape wouldn't bother him much but now it seared as if he'd been cut with a dull knife. He was trying to gather his senses, to move away, his wings were spread but he felt paralyzed. Everything slowed, and compared to her instant movements it was like he was literally stuck in time. Gas surrounding him, his vision turning green. What was it, what was going on. Was this poison? His scream pierced the night, panic overwhelming him. Her tail stung his neck where she had cut him with her teeth. It burned as if it was a bullwhip, and it exacerbated the pain. What was this madness? He backed away finally, gasping for air, legs spread to steady himself, his wings wobbling in the air. "What are you, you hellish beast?!" He cried at her, eyes white and wild, the bits of red that showed were bright and piercing, glowing more than ever before. OOC: @[Random Event] Ready to rock n ROLL Satanic Silk |
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*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
