06-06-2024, 03:12 PM
When he told Meteor to make a request, Kole had honestly been anticipating something a little more difficult than foraging and hunting. Kole was already good at both of those things naturally, but that was fine. It meant he didn't have to over-exert himself; though the likelihood of over-exerting himself while he was at tip-top shape was decidedly very, very low. He only nodded his head in agreement in response, noting that down for later.
Perhaps understandably, Kole's focus was on other, more appetising things. He hadn't fed in days, and the idea of sinking his fangs into Meteor was making his mouth water, literally. He was still aware enough to be paying attention as the lion listed off where not to bite, but the question was if he'd listen, given the sheer hunger in those orangey-red eyes of his.
The idea of biting Meteor's face had admittedly not occurred to the coyote. Bite his cheek and ruin those good looks? Preposterous. As for the paws, Kole wasn't exactly a feet guy, so that was already off the table; and though the neck was typically a favourite of his kind, Kole wasn't exactly looking forward to getting a mouthful of fluff while he was trying to eat. That was never fun. No, he had somewhere else in mind.
"This might hurt," Kole choked out in warning. His gums throbbed as his fangs extended, and then he leaned down, opening his maw wide to clamp his teeth down on the meat of Meteor's shoulder. The pressure on his throbbing gums felt heavenly, but not as heavenly as the rush of blood in his mouth as his canines sank into Meteor's flesh. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, a contented groan rising from the depths of his throat.
Perhaps understandably, Kole's focus was on other, more appetising things. He hadn't fed in days, and the idea of sinking his fangs into Meteor was making his mouth water, literally. He was still aware enough to be paying attention as the lion listed off where not to bite, but the question was if he'd listen, given the sheer hunger in those orangey-red eyes of his.
The idea of biting Meteor's face had admittedly not occurred to the coyote. Bite his cheek and ruin those good looks? Preposterous. As for the paws, Kole wasn't exactly a feet guy, so that was already off the table; and though the neck was typically a favourite of his kind, Kole wasn't exactly looking forward to getting a mouthful of fluff while he was trying to eat. That was never fun. No, he had somewhere else in mind.
"This might hurt," Kole choked out in warning. His gums throbbed as his fangs extended, and then he leaned down, opening his maw wide to clamp his teeth down on the meat of Meteor's shoulder. The pressure on his throbbing gums felt heavenly, but not as heavenly as the rush of blood in his mouth as his canines sank into Meteor's flesh. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, a contented groan rising from the depths of his throat.
NIKOLAI PENDRAGON
KOLE — MALE — VAMPIRIC COYOTE — DOTD TEMPLAR — TAGS