He was pleasantly surprised by her will to live. She could likely thank her mother for that trait. Her mother, mind, that never really had a chance of saving her daughter to begin with. This little one was firmly in his grasp now, wriggling under his paw like some crazed rodent desperate for escape. He wished her all the hope in the world, especially if it brought her some semblance of comfort to know that when she faced death she was strong enough to fight. Her will was sound, he couldn't deny her that.
Despite his admiration however, he had no intention of letting her go. Not while she was still breathing, not even when she succumbed to his power completely. He owned her eternal soul now.
Elgar'nan laughed, a sardonic chorus amid the screws of frustration and determination. She flailed and growled in her effort to destroy him and he watched with poorly concealed intent reflecting back. When she pounced she was met with resistance. A massive hand encircled her fragile throat she invariably revealed to him in her furry. He would wrench her to him by that harsh grip, bringing her face to his. Then he squeezed, the whole of his hand intent on forcing her into compliance. It was the look of hopelessness in her eyes that drove him toward delirium seconds before she turned limp into his hold.
When she woke she would find herself well and truly trapped, this time with no illusion as to her rescue.
*The above actions were sanctioned by Bach and left to the dice to decide whether or not Asha's actions were met with a simple retaliation or total knock out. Unfortunately, on two separate dice rolls the dice rolled poorly......
Despite his admiration however, he had no intention of letting her go. Not while she was still breathing, not even when she succumbed to his power completely. He owned her eternal soul now.
Elgar'nan laughed, a sardonic chorus amid the screws of frustration and determination. She flailed and growled in her effort to destroy him and he watched with poorly concealed intent reflecting back. When she pounced she was met with resistance. A massive hand encircled her fragile throat she invariably revealed to him in her furry. He would wrench her to him by that harsh grip, bringing her face to his. Then he squeezed, the whole of his hand intent on forcing her into compliance. It was the look of hopelessness in her eyes that drove him toward delirium seconds before she turned limp into his hold.
When she woke she would find herself well and truly trapped, this time with no illusion as to her rescue.
*The above actions were sanctioned by Bach and left to the dice to decide whether or not Asha's actions were met with a simple retaliation or total knock out. Unfortunately, on two separate dice rolls the dice rolled poorly......
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