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The Little Hawk hunted and learned fast, feeding from animals, and mimicking people. She almost always seduced as she hunted, a young woman alone, prey for the wicked and unruly. She had spent a month following Dominion as she hunted, learning and observing, but the images in her mind were building to a desire…. The sense of mind numbing pleasure she could remember dimly from her life before…

One night, as she hunted, she saw a man. He was beautiful, a remarkable strikingness to his features, and he caught her eyes, drawing her in…. So she hunted him….. He did not look kindred….

Outside the town, he pressed her into the wall, kissing her and touching her, seducing her, even as she tries to seduce him to get a bite. As he does so, he drops his obfuscation and she realises he is kindred just as her fangs stroke his skin. He spins her so she’s trapped between him and the wall, and feeds, taunting her with the scent of his own blood, beading against his throat. She wilts under the kiss, and as he stops, he exposes his throat for her, letting her lower her lips to the ruby drops…..

As she does so, out of nowhere, all hell breaks loose…...

Date: 2007-07-23 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dominion-od.livejournal.com
She had been watching in bat form, her will keeping her presence hidden from her childe.

Her childe pressed against the wall, she dropped down onto the roof and shifted, in a crouch she watched. What would her childe do?

She snarled pulling back her lip and showing extended fangs as he fed from her childe, her childe wasnt prey. She saw the blood of the new beast, the kindred attempt to get her to feed and she moved in a burst of speed

She dropped from the roof, her claws breaking her skin as they where called up, she landed with a thud on him as her claws started to tear at his skin, she felt the beast rise and she allowed it out, controled. She frenzied and rode it, tearing bits of flesh off the preditor.

They say..in the wild...if you find a cub...where is the mother?

Date: 2007-07-24 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raven-steps.livejournal.com
The childe remained still, crouched, the aftermath of the pleasure running through her, coupled with the horrifying rage of her sire.

The kindred would die for using her as prey, as food, and tempting her..... But what would her mother do to her..

She rubs her hand over her mouth, leaving a smear of blood, her throat reflexively swallowing. She tries not to watch her mother tear him apart with rage, and winces slightly as he falls into ash...

Finally the violence ends, leaving the childe and her mother facing each other. She grabs the childe's arm in a firm grip and walks them both away from the remains, and then sees the traces of red on her daughter's lip...

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