~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~ 2

Tisep flew around lazily in the skies of Caronia, rarely flapping her wings in the overcast weather. She scanned the ground, looking for something to hunt, but there was nothing. Muttering, she flew off towards Mount Mandalla.
 
Fear flooded through her, she knew the claw would penertate her skin soon, tears rolled down her cheeks now, she was extemely afraid, "Ple-Please dont hurt me!" she said sobbing.
 
Fear flooded through her, she knew the claw would penertate her skin soon, tears rolled down her cheeks now, she was extemely afraid, "Ple-Please dont hurt me!" she said sobbing.
"Dear Lonea... don't talk, it makes it worse." He breathed softly, without releasing the pressure. With his other claw he wiped away her tears, his movements still carefully and seemingly gentle. Trapped as she was against the wall, he pressed himself as close to her as possible without actually smothering her. Though the air was cold, it got very warm between them. At a certain spot, his claws tightened around her throat enough to feel clearly her pulse, the life bringing supply of blood passing through such a small area. "Isn't it wonderful?" He thought out loud, "Feeling the very essense of life in your hands, and knowing that you now are controling whether they live... or die?"
 
"Thats it..." He encouraged her silence, breathing her scent in deeply to savor the moment before continuing. "Did you know, there is a spot on a dragons neck where even the smallest cut will make them bleed to death?" He asked, running his claw along the slight bump of her artery all while still looking into her eyes. "It causes a very slow, knowing death. Quite wonderful to watch." As he finished his words, he moved his claw down slightly to where the equivalent of her collar bone would be on a human and made a small slit. It was minor and only caused a small trickle of blood to escape, but slowly he made it deeper and longer across the bottom of her throat to the other side. Not a death blow, but an alarming one.
 
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She felt searing pain more from fear than there actually was, she broke down and started crying losing her balance.

Neoner saw caronia now, he was almsot at the border.
 
Now Jasper was less gentle, his movements still precise and careful, but rougher. He pushed her hard up against the wall and flicked his long, forked tongue across the slit that he had made between her throat and her chest. Unlike some, he knew, he wasn't interested in eating her... that was disgusting. However, the taste of the blood was what really got him on, the taste of her terror and hopelessness. His claw pressed once again against her throat, feeling the rush of blood beneath her scales and his claws, waiting to be spilled. This time, however, he used a different manner of getting the job done. His teeth. Slowly, he pressed his mouth against her throat, feeling it at first to find the right spot, then biting down lightly to break the skin. The affect was instantly gratifying, the small blow of blood against his teeth and tongue. And since he didn't eat it of course, it trickled out of his mouth, down his chin, chest and eventually dripping onto her. It was a messy job, but he liked it.
 
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Jasper continued his messy work, until both of them were completely splattered with blood. In some ways it was similar to a vampire, except of course he wasn't actually drinking her blood. Eventually though, he felt her heartbeat shudder against his teeth and knew that soon she would be dead from lack of blood. Reluctently he drew back and let go, not wishing to kill her. He would let her go and if she survived then maybe one day they would meet again.
 

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