First official day - In trouble already
Jun 19, 2014 20:56:18 GMT -5
Post by Cascade on Jun 19, 2014 20:56:18 GMT -5
Perjury smiled as her maneuver succeeded. Three out of four paws was more than enough, and though her spike didn't manage to immobilize his jaws, all it took were a couple more walls at the back of his head and one up against the roof of his mouth to get him still. It was a very rare and very terrifying feeling, being utterly unable to move. Perjury herself had experienced full body paralysis, multiple times. When she had first practiced burying herself in the ground or encasing herself with earthen armor, even her calm brain would ignite with panic. It was a feeling she understood very well, and it was a feeling she wanted Drak to experience as she held his head and body down with the hardened earth.
"That was quick," she said, feeling no need to rush now that she had him trapped, "I can imagine that you thought this would turn out differently. Your behavior leads me to believe that you thought you had a chance of defeating me, or at least a chance of escaping me. No wolf would instigate a fight believing it would end in a slow death by suffocation." She stepped upon his head with one paw, her claws hovering precariously close to his eye, "I have had this power my entire life. There is not a day that goes by that I don't practice with it, and I assure you that I am very creative." Her voice is very calm, every word slow and clear in the otherwise silent clearing. "I could crush you right now. If I were a more sadistic wolf than I am, I would probably start with all your limbs and save your vitals for last. I could let you sink down right here, bury you so that you suffocate. Or I could leave you on the surface and pack dirt into your lungs until you asphyxiate right here in the open air."
She leaned down, whispering in his ear as she still covered his eye, "I could force some dirt down your throat and into your stomach, then harden it into ball too big to pass or vomit back up. I wonder how long your death would take then? How many days or weeks of unbearable pain and sickness would you have to endure before you finally expired? Perhaps you would take your own life sooner than that could happen."
"But I'm not going to do any of those things. I'm not even going to kill you. I'm going to let you go and you are going to leave. But not before I make sure I'll never hear that wretched blather of yours again." Prying his jaws open with the earth and holding them steady, Perjury reached down with her other paw and began tearing Drak's tongue out. As ribbons of flesh began to pile up, she wondered if he would actually learn a lesson from all this. It was doubtful, but at least his punishment would fit his crime.
"That was quick," she said, feeling no need to rush now that she had him trapped, "I can imagine that you thought this would turn out differently. Your behavior leads me to believe that you thought you had a chance of defeating me, or at least a chance of escaping me. No wolf would instigate a fight believing it would end in a slow death by suffocation." She stepped upon his head with one paw, her claws hovering precariously close to his eye, "I have had this power my entire life. There is not a day that goes by that I don't practice with it, and I assure you that I am very creative." Her voice is very calm, every word slow and clear in the otherwise silent clearing. "I could crush you right now. If I were a more sadistic wolf than I am, I would probably start with all your limbs and save your vitals for last. I could let you sink down right here, bury you so that you suffocate. Or I could leave you on the surface and pack dirt into your lungs until you asphyxiate right here in the open air."
She leaned down, whispering in his ear as she still covered his eye, "I could force some dirt down your throat and into your stomach, then harden it into ball too big to pass or vomit back up. I wonder how long your death would take then? How many days or weeks of unbearable pain and sickness would you have to endure before you finally expired? Perhaps you would take your own life sooner than that could happen."
"But I'm not going to do any of those things. I'm not even going to kill you. I'm going to let you go and you are going to leave. But not before I make sure I'll never hear that wretched blather of yours again." Prying his jaws open with the earth and holding them steady, Perjury reached down with her other paw and began tearing Drak's tongue out. As ribbons of flesh began to pile up, she wondered if he would actually learn a lesson from all this. It was doubtful, but at least his punishment would fit his crime.