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·as most beasts of unbeating heart, sinister masc steps forth from the darkness, shadows retreating 'way from the pale glimmering orb, spreading her mornful blanket over the rolling bodies of earth. psychotic, raging sights twist 'pon fallen figure of hue-less bytch, admiring handywork? part was, yes, and part was not, no. concaved, marked visage lowers slightly, bumping tender velvet dial 'gainst ridgit croup, wide scarlet caverns dilating as sacs fill with sickness...and pain. grunt vocalized, skull craned upward, glancing at duo of other blood-carriers. knowing that probable infamy has occured 'gainst he, bas-terd remains to examine the fallen virago. marred ebon shell twitches at light drop of percipitation falls 'pon spine; limp trendils flicked 'gainst powerful, outlined haunches. crest curved, lowering visage, auds lacing 'gainst tangled and scarred poll. heavy, unshod flints heavily thrust virus 'ward skull of wounded she, velveteen bump 'gainst pallid tangled jibah, releasing gravelly grunt. hind extremite rubs 'gainst other, then placed forward, he again motivating position of desire. "i have wounded you more then i ever could have imagined," is breathed 'to skeletal bruja, voice impassive. there is no chuckle, nor tint of sorrow. "yet, i thought you had more strength then to allow one such as me to kill you. i thought you knew better, and i thought you could handle anything. guess i was wrong, huh? what, give me pleasure to let me watch you die? these two who try to help you can't do anything to me. i will feed on them if they try...and the child. i have no feeling anymore, i have no care, but you do, or else you wouldn't be acting like this, right? so get on your feet, you bytch, and i'll...take care of you until you're better. or else, leave you to them. either way, we both get our ways at the end. what do you say? must i make my speaches again?" concaved skull rises, orbicals sighted 'pon other femina's, then visage lowers once more. "your choice, babe."·
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