Malakai's Attitude: Off-The-Hook

(SERIOUSLY?! )

"Okay. Hope I won't scare you much." He lightly bit the rabbit and dragged it closer to himself. He smelled the blood from the rodent and instincts acted instantly. His canines grew longer and sharper, his eyes turned deep red. He snapped at the dead rabbit and held it between his teeth. (I'll try not to make it too graphic.) He then carried out the simple procedure of draining his prey. With his fangs, he made a hole a little wide and a little deep. Then the red liquid leaked into his mouth and down his throat. A few minutes passed. "I'm finished." he said and nudged the rabbit toward Malakai. He felt more awake now that he had something to eat. He licked his lips and the fangs disappeared. His eyes turned back to the eerie yellow and he had a smile on his face. He felt content. He then waited for Malakai to respond.

(XD That was Malakai speaking. I'm not even Twelve yet in real life so that doesn't technically count XD)

Malakai watched with interest as he drained the small creature. Her head tilted a bit as she attempted to get a better view. There was just something about these kinds of things that interested her. She couldn't resist from wandering to an image of Razor draining her. Though she fought it, she slipped in and out of that reality to the normal one. Eventually she lost, and sunk away for a moment or two. The soft pain in her neck from his fangs; The gleam of his dark, crimson-like eyes; His breath slipping through the fur on the side of her neck.. Quickly shaking her head clear of the tense imagination (poor grammar DX -shot- Oh well, it makes it more tense >3), Malakai watched until he said he was finished. With a smile she carefully climbed out of her 'root hammock'. “Thanks.” She said, eager to get something to eat. A root caught her hind paw and she tripped, a stick cutting her front leg open. “Ow….” She groaned, winded. Worry and Fear instantly raced up her spine and into her heart like needles when she felt the cut wet with blood. Oh no. Malakai thought, her mind being assaulted by endless panic, He’ll smell the blood then possibly…. She attempted to clear her head of the horrific thoughts of Razor attempting to keep his thirst at bay, his eyes flickering back and forth from liquid yellow to crimson red. Her ears shot back, betraying the secrecy of her thoughts.

Razor had seen Malakai cut herself (accidently, of course) and held his breath. And yet, the scent of blood crept up his nose. To him the scent of blood is like a warm, sweet, aroma that is so mouth-watering that it was painful. His eyes turned from glowing yellow to dark gold, to deep brown to a dark, dark red. His canines grew two sizes longer. I shouldn't be doing this. I just fed. And I can't hurt Malakai. She makes me feel.....relaxed.....and a sense of belongling. He pondered over this feeling that he's never felt before. What is this? Richard never metioned this...Am I sick? What is wrong with me? He came back to earth and trotted over to Malakai, trying to ignore his hunting instincts as he got closer to the wound. "Are you alright? What do mortals do when the other gets hurt?" He tried to pull the small things he knew about mortal behavior up to his mind and tried to figure out what he had done in his past life. Then it hit him. Oh please be very careful. he thought to himself nervously as he bent down and started licking the deep cut. He grimaced, tears welling up in his eyes. The warm red liquid embracing his tongue was enough to set any vampire into a frenzy. But he somehow didn't have the desire to feed upon Malakai. Something is holding me back... he thought, shocked, I hope it stays a little longer... The blood stopped flowing out of the wound and Razor stopped licking it. He got back up and took two steps back. "Are you afraid now? I was pretty scared myself." he said to the "frozen" wolf still in shock of his actions.

(How old are you then? I'm 13 )

(I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I held back because I had writers block, then I got grounded! DDDDX I also tried to make a few updates before you came back. )

Malakai was about to answer him shakily, when he bent down. She gasped worriedly and began shaking like a leaf. She partily balled up, sqeazing her eyes shut and pinning her tail between her legs. The air she had been holding in rushed out in a loud gasp of pain as Razor began licking her wound clean. After a few strokes, the painlessend. Malakai opened her eyes as Razor backed away. His question didn't even seem to exist and in one huge stride, Malakai rushed over to him and snuggled her face in his un-naturally silky fur. She was still shaking nervously, and though she felt like she should say something (and she did try), nothing came out. Her ears went back yet again, and she resisted tears. Her thought process was dead, and all that was left was raw fear and nervousness. Malakai, panic-strucken for a reason she didn't know, but assumed had something to do with her tormented childhood, broke down and began softly sobbing. Her legs began to give out under her, and she slowly began to fall to the ground. She blushed shamefully, emmbarest for crying right infront of Razor, and making it look like she was weak. Attempting to stop, she began choking on her tears, but that only seemed to make them come faster. With a gasp of shakey breath, she burst out, "I'm sorry!" Malakai suddenly felt lonley, alone, and horribly tired. She reminded herself of a young child, who was desperatly tired, and through that began playing in the middle of the night when she wasn't supposed to and was caught. Leaning against Razor for much-needed support, she didn't notice that deep down, she never felt so cleansed and pure.

(What an epic fail :U Anyway, I ish eleven plz don't let that feel like you have to limit what you put in your posts. I liek graphic XD and Malakai's in this RP, not Seala :V)

(Okay, and woops, just now noticed i put Seala *sigh* -_-' and the website's amazin now. you did a good job *thumbs up*)

Razor was taken aback by Malakai's sudden rush of emotion. He could barely comprehend it. The first thought that came to his mind was, What had I done wrong? Had I hurt this fragile she-wolf mortal, and not even know it? When she had approached him and leaned against him, he thought that she was trying to be brave. But after a few seconds, he found out it was a simple gesture of the needing of comfort. He wrapped his head around Malakai's and started licking the back of her head and neck, trying his best to soothe her trembling and crying. "What do mort--wolves use as beds? You may find peace in sleeping...." He stopped licking to look into her eyes. Malakai stared back, and for a few minutes the world was completly silent. Then Razor heard the snap! of a twig in the nearby trees. He turned around and stood in front of Malakai protectively, looking left and right to see if there is any danger, or if it's harmless prey. Razor breathed in deeply through his nose. The scent of the forest filled his nostrils along with the strong scent of Malakai. But there was something else. Something diffeent Razor couldn't quite put his paw on it. Then he saw a figure creeping toward them, trying his best to sneak, but doesn't know he doesn't stand a chance against Razor's night-vision. It was a big, muscular male wolf. Thankfully, he was mortal. Razor could take him on easily. He growled at the intruder "Turn your tail around and get; this isn't your territory." He bared his teeth without growing his fangs.