*curls her lips back in a half-smirk, half-snarl* You think that hurts, pretty boy? Try having some big fuckin' dog smash you into the ground and stand on you 'til your wings break. Lots of little skinny bones, you know?
*turns her attention back to the lush red pooling in the crook of your elbow and trickling down over her hand* *breathes in deeply, relishing the scent (hunger, such hunger, and wasn't there a time when His was the hand that fed her--?)*
*clutches your arm tightly, heedless of the broken bones, and seals her lips over the ruptured vein*