tellerortiz
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Amalia howled, or more likely, loudly growled. She needed to get out of here. She couldn't take being in the air. She was angry and hungry.
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His hands slowly pulled into fists. He wouldn't be able to protect himself with magic, he used most on Nagisa. The rest was filling the room, soon, magic wise he'd be drained but he wouldn't fight the wolf anyway. If he can keep it from harming anyone else, he'd die for that.LonelyAssassin said:The Werewolf slowly came forward, sticking it's nose between the bars and blissfully sniffing at the Air. All this new blood, he wanted it, he craved food, he needed to eat, he would do anything to taste a bit of it. He went to the back of the cage then launched itself forward, slamming into the already weakened bars as another came loose. He tore it from it's socket and pushed through the bigger gap and was free from it's wretched cage. The Werewolf stood, no longer slouched from being in the cage it used it's full height to intimidate the angel.
The Werewolf's large hand reached slowly out to the Angel and tilted his head up with a single claw as it stepped closer, looking directly down at the fragile looking boy. It wasn't growling any more, it was content.Darkwolf1344 said:His hands slowly pulled into fists. He wouldn't be able to protect himself with magic, he used most on Nagisa. The rest was filling the room, soon, magic wise he'd be drained but he wouldn't fight the wolf anyway. If he can keep it from harming anyone else, he'd die for that.
He looked at the wolf, not moving a side from his head being tilted. He was waiting for the wolf to do something and all this waiting was actually making him impatient. He wasn't expecting all this drama and stuff when he enrolled if he was honest with himself.LonelyAssassin said:The Werewolf's large hand reached slowly out to the Angel and tilted his head up with a single claw as it stepped closer, looking directly down at the fragile looking boy. It wasn't growling any more, it was content.
He gasped for breath before crying out, trying to weakly struggle free as tears rolled down his cheeks. The burning pain he felt in his chest and now neck/shoulder were more than he experienced before, it was torture, the fact he couldn't really die; even more so.LonelyAssassin said:The Werewolf forced down more as you tried to speak to it, it's large jaws opened and clamped shut around Angel's neck/shoulder, biting down hard and it slowly ripped the flesh from it's section of the body. The Angel tasted different, and it wasn't bad, the Werewolf wanted more. More of his flesh, he chewed on the chunk he had taken from his victim and looked down at the Purple Haired boy again - ready for another piece.