[ Khoriya has been bitten before, but it had always been a matter of fang against fang, grappling and snapping for dominance against a fellow worg. Never before has he been made prey to feed another.
His first surprised thought is that it does not hurt as much as he expected. There is hardly any pain, a sliver of cold that sinks beneath his skin before giving way to a strange numbness, only the press of soft lips and sucking mouth against his neck giving way to a frisson of unfamiliar soothing sensation. Almost... pleasurable.
And then shock fades away to cold, measured fury as Khoriya reaches up to fist a clawed hand in that tumble of white hair and yank back, heedless of the fangs buried in his flesh, slamming the pale elf back down against the straw-covered floor with the full force of his strength. ]
So this is what you meant by hunting.
[ Said in a flat growl, utterly without intonation. Perhaps he should have pieced it together sooner - the rat's limp body, the blood smeared upon pale lips. Of course, some snarling, hateful part of him thinks, the greedy dead can only feed off the living. But even there, Khoriya can recognize his own hypocrisy - after all, what is a wolf but a fellow devourer of flesh and blood? ]
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His first surprised thought is that it does not hurt as much as he expected. There is hardly any pain, a sliver of cold that sinks beneath his skin before giving way to a strange numbness, only the press of soft lips and sucking mouth against his neck giving way to a frisson of unfamiliar soothing sensation. Almost... pleasurable.
And then shock fades away to cold, measured fury as Khoriya reaches up to fist a clawed hand in that tumble of white hair and yank back, heedless of the fangs buried in his flesh, slamming the pale elf back down against the straw-covered floor with the full force of his strength. ]
So this is what you meant by hunting.
[ Said in a flat growl, utterly without intonation. Perhaps he should have pieced it together sooner - the rat's limp body, the blood smeared upon pale lips. Of course, some snarling, hateful part of him thinks, the greedy dead can only feed off the living. But even there, Khoriya can recognize his own hypocrisy - after all, what is a wolf but a fellow devourer of flesh and blood? ]