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[Dante]

Dante laughed softly, chuckling at the warm breath from Bloodwing dried out a bit of the blood on her body. She raised her hand and caressed his spiked snout with her hands, smearing a bit of blood onto his scales. The blood was a bit darker than the scales on his nose, only enough to tell that she had left a trail of the crimson liquid along his snout.

Dante flicked the blade still in her other hand free of the left over blood, with a quick wave of her hand, the blade returned to it's righful place in Bloodwing's collection, clean and looking like new. "What just are you planning on doing?" Dante asked, a hint of a tease in her voice. She had the nerve to play with him, not so much his heart, but she was sure that something to play with all the time was something he enjoyed.

(Yay New Years!. I hope this made sense. x.x)

[Bloodwing]

Indeed he did like to play. Play with his food, play with peoples minds and their emotions. And that was one thing that made Dante entertaining enough to have survived in the company of blood wing for so long. Dante stared out trying to be disinterested in him. Bloodwing took it as a challenge and quickly prevailed in uncovering her hidden emotions. In doing so it seemed he had won her to him which made this ownership of her even easier.

A low, sly chuckle emanated from Bkloodwing's throat at her question. "First, I think you need a tongue bath, and then a good lashing for being such a... bad girl."

[Dante]

Dante chortled in reply. She had her back turned towards the assumed empty forest of the valley. Oh but the father of that former bride had other plans. "I've been bad?" she said with that ever so glorious playing tone in her voice. She had kissed the Dragon's muzzle numerous times by now. The blood on her skin was now beginning to dry and flake, staining her skin a dark red.

Dante never heard the Quiver being picked up from a stand or the bow being picked up from the ground. Nor would bloodwing be able to see the man doing such. The father of the former bride was a tall and burly man, his head filled with white hair and his face a short white stubble. He had already attached the quiver around his waist and had knocked two arrows into the bow.

"Hey Dragon wench!" He called out finally, his arrows drawn in the bow, waiting for Dante to turn around. Dante almost turned around before the arrows were discharged from the bow. Both arrows hit her through the back and through her stomach and just missed her liver. The blow had immediately put Dante into so much pain that she hit the ground on her hands and knees in front of Bloodwing as a bit of blood leaked from her mouth. No, Dante wasn't dying, but she was in a new world of pain.

[Bloodwing]

He had been enjoying his conversation. living in the moment and wasn't hurting anyone, at the moment, anyway. This human Must never have heard the phrase, 'don't poke a sleeping dragon in the eye' Blood wings head snapped to the source of the voice the second the sound reached him. He saw the arrows flying and looked and saw as they ripped through Dante's gut.

The world went red. The man with the bow stood out like the moon on a cloudless night. Bloodwing could hear the mans heart beat, smell the mans fear and anger, and he would feel the mans bones snap one att atime and then tast his blood as his broken body joined his ruined family. This man was dead he just didn't realize it yet, or maybe he did it didn't matter.

As the man tried turning to run a wicked wall of white hot fire blocked his path as a it porued out of bloodwings, bloody maw with a heart stopping roar Bloodwing leap and landed on a house splinters and beams flying ever where as bloodwing blocked the mans retreat. "Human, you are going to die." Blood wing said lowering his head. He didn't even snap he just began pushing the man towards Dante. He wanted her to see this.

A yard or two away from her body he pushed the man hrd enough to knock him down. It the man to the ground the the nail of a single claw seemed that some where along the way the man had dropped his weapons. Bloodwing looked over at the injured Dante and asked, "What would you like me to do with him love? How about we start by pulling his limbs off one by one. He said, lowering his head so he could do the deed.

[Dante]

"Skewer him if you could," she said, then letting out a sharp grunt as she pulled the broad headed arrows the rest of the way through her body. Blood leaked from her mouth more as a dark purple aura began to fill the wounds and stop her bleeding. In minutes the wounds were healed up to the point where she was no longer at risk of death.

Dante snapped the arrows in her grasp before she tossed the shards aside. It was too soon for her to try and get up and walk, but she was able enough to sit up to see the colour rush from the man's face and see the dying terror in his eyes. "Hehe, maybe you'll learn next time," she said with a snicker, then knowing that the villagers could see them.

[Bloodwing]

"Yes, in his next life." He said flatly. "Maybe I should cook him slowly." he said letting air as hot as on oven brush against the soon to be dead man's skin. His mind raced to other sadistic possibilities. So many way to inflict pain, so many ways to make this man beg for death.

"I'll gladly skin this one alive if you like but i leave the timing and the method of his death up to you."

[Dante]

Dante collapsed on her back for a moment in thought. "Skin him alive then eat his skin like poke rinds," Dante said with a very sadistic laugh echoing from deep within her chest. The blood was still flaking from her body and she then rolled over to her stomach. "I want the last thing he sees," she said with a groan as she pushed herself up to her feet, "Is a demon beyond the evil of hell."

Dante moved over to where Bloodwing was. "Make him scream so loud it echos through the valley," she said, getting irritated by her stiff clothing. Her skin, despite the clothing, was completely covered in blood. She ripped off the animal skin that was her top and ripped off the animal skin that was her skirt. Her teal eyes were just glaring at the terrified man as she awaited for Bloodwing to inflict his punishment.

[Bloodwing]

Boodwing smiled inwardly at her request. As big as he was he could seem like he was clumsy and sluggish. However his claws where very sharp and his eye sight was far beter than any humans this tack would be rather simple.

First he opend his great maw and let out a breath just hot enough to tender ise the man's skin. His skin went from pink to red to brown within seconds. The entire time the man screams as he's cooked slowly. Soon even the humans would be able to smell the meat cooking that is if that was what Bloowing was going to do.

He began licking the man, it sounds playful but for the man this was agony. Bloodwing's tongue, the tongue of a dragon was very abrasive. It could easily strip the flesh off any animal. and with as burnt and raw as the mans skin was this was extremely painful especially since The blood red dragons was only licking hard enough to remove his skin, slowly. After the first pass the man was a bloody mess through all the blood you could just barely make you the mans muscles and tendons some where already semi cooked.

looking over at dfante with one big golden eye he said. "I say allow him to live through his agony long enough to feel my wrath." It was him telling her to keep his life from fading out as he finished the job. As the man would most definately start drying out and bleed to death with out his skin to keep things in.