Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Jul 17, 2007 20:03:35 GMT -5
Title: Griddlebone
Rating: PG-13 for blood?
Warnings: Blood, bondage
Author's Notes: Uh... I don't know. Really, I don't. And I don't know why it ended itself so short. Or... anything. Yeah.
Arya, here 'tis.
Cats does not belong to me.
“Hmph.” The lovely white Persian paced in front of her captive. “Look at you, pathetic excuse for a tom.” She spun and latched on to him, digging claws into his shoulders as deep as they could go, savoring his hiss of pain. “I’m a queen, pussy cat.” Dragging her claws down, tearing deep ribbons of red into his fur. She licked her lips as if she could taste his wail. “And here I am, shredding your pretty coat. Some big tough guardian you turned out to be, hmm?”
Griddlebone stepped back, licking the blood delicately from her claws, a throaty purr rumbling between them. “I will so have to thank ‘Vity for you. He always provides me with the loveliest of toys.”
Chained to the wall in front of her, bleeding from dozens of claw wounds, Alonzo of the Jellicles whined softly. He was trapped here, with a psychotic queen, and he could only think of one thing.
He wasn’t coming out alive.
Rating: PG-13 for blood?
Warnings: Blood, bondage
Author's Notes: Uh... I don't know. Really, I don't. And I don't know why it ended itself so short. Or... anything. Yeah.
Arya, here 'tis.
Cats does not belong to me.
Griddlebone
[/b][/center]“Hmph.” The lovely white Persian paced in front of her captive. “Look at you, pathetic excuse for a tom.” She spun and latched on to him, digging claws into his shoulders as deep as they could go, savoring his hiss of pain. “I’m a queen, pussy cat.” Dragging her claws down, tearing deep ribbons of red into his fur. She licked her lips as if she could taste his wail. “And here I am, shredding your pretty coat. Some big tough guardian you turned out to be, hmm?”
Griddlebone stepped back, licking the blood delicately from her claws, a throaty purr rumbling between them. “I will so have to thank ‘Vity for you. He always provides me with the loveliest of toys.”
Chained to the wall in front of her, bleeding from dozens of claw wounds, Alonzo of the Jellicles whined softly. He was trapped here, with a psychotic queen, and he could only think of one thing.
He wasn’t coming out alive.
