The encounter. (Closed with Kestreling.)

[SilentFeather]

Fire Tail kept an alert ear, knowing but waiting to attack Blake if he attempted to escape. He did not and would not ever allow his victim to simply have a chance to be set free. Blake was carrying his pups, he would not allow him to leave. Not after he would give birth to the offspring. He would always be a victim of him, keeping him in his sight. He was eager to cause pain to his victim, Blake. Swiftly, he ran outside of the cave after noticing his slave trying to escape. He leapt, scowling at Blake, roughly pinning him down enough to bruise his slave's delicate, flesh. He didn't care for or about him.

Fire Tail spoke, a growl like tone in his voice. "Where do you think you are going." He glared down at the shivering, fearful being known to him as his little mouse. He kept Blake down on the hard, bonechillingly cold, hard rock ground. He was enraged. He loved being angry, it was like he was on fire or as to if he was a raging, dancing flame on the loose, setting everything ablaze in his path. He was destruction, he was death. He loved the signs of fear whenever his slave moved.

"How dare you try to escape from me! ..  I should punish you!" Fire Tail growled louder at Blake, letting him know as to what was true fear. That true fear was Fire Tail. He showed his teeth, each one was sharp like a finely sharp dagger to the heart. He did not hold back. Never. He was able to hear the sound of his slave's heart, it was beating beyond fast. True horror.

Fire Tail wanted his prey as good but now he would keep him alive. He needed his pups to grow and thrive inside of his victim. He smirked, chuckling as he got off if Blake. He watched him intently, not keeping his eyes off of his pathetic victim.

Fire Tail found it amusing the way that his prey had begged to be free. He was happy when he had captured a few humans. He loved to hear them suffer. He wanted to cause his victim harm, feeling a mixture of humor and anger brewing inside.

"Save your words, my little mouse. You will never leave." Fire Tail said coldly. "You are pregnant with my pups." He licked his strong jaws, smirking in a predator sort of way. He wanted to abuse his slave each and every single day till drowsy.

Fire Tail smiled, feeling on top of the world. He was happy, smirking sinfully. He would keep his prey till he found no more use for him. His victim would be his one and only breeding slave. He would abuse his slave till he saw fit. He would keep him until death took hold of him. He would also make sure that his slave was at his very true, harsh command for now and forever. He would never let his slave simply escape. He was now his slave forever, never being even abit nice to his slave.

Fire Tail wanted to be able to love again but since his husband's slaughter he knew not to trust so easily. Now all he felt was complete hatred and emotionless. He wanted to complete the deed of killing him but held back from attacking.