Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140902195124

Emarrel, wrapped her hands around the shaft of the arrow. She wrenched it around before driving it deeper into the Werewolves already wounded neck, bringing it to its knees. The Dunmer crouched in front of the creature, her eyes glowing a bright orange as it gasped and panted in front of her, knowing it was about to die.

"Sorry pup." She snarled. "But you've probably just ruined my already pretty shitty week. I'm going to kill you now." The Vampire giggled, her fangs protruding from her lips. She snarled and hissed, lunging at him and sinking her teeth into the wolves neck again, on the other side of the arrow. Still with a tight grip on the shaft,  Emarrel kept the wolf in place as she tore a chunk from his neck before spitting it out and tearing away again. This continued for a few painfully long seconds until the wolf had practically no neck left to speak of.

The Vampire giggled again, the blood dripping from her chin as she pulled at Wolfs head, eventually tearing it off with a yell.

"Ta...take that you...prick!" She snapped, keeling over and curling up, smiling as she drifted off into her satiated stupor...