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The silence of the other only made the male smile. As he moved in the other punched, and the male’s hand instinctively came up, catching it. The technique that he used was made to deflect the strength, but he could feel the power of the other’s blow deep within his bones. But the proximity was more than enough. The creature welcomed it, his black soul needing to swallow up this male. He knew then, that this creature would be more than a mere acquaintance, could sense it like his own smell in the air. And so this determined what came next as he set himself within the cold, wet earth, the light cuts upon him weeping only slightly in the wind.
His own punch was blocked as he blocked the other with his left hand, and the two creatures were locked there, trembling with their effort. That cruel maw silently snarled, the corners of his lips curled in a terrible sneer. He was silent as the black orbs looked deeply into the place where the coyote’s eyes should have been before his hands opened, gripping the male with iron paws as his maw, that hungering maw, plunged into the bend in the male’s neck, his nose slipping beyond the scarf and coat like a breath of darkness. The teeth found their goal as they plunged themselves into that soft flesh, closing like the jaws of a steel trap. The blood flowed hotly and thickly into him, warming the cold, empty insides of the crow wolf. He had got what he wanted. He knew the other better than anyone would now. And with a snarl laced with his sinister ecstasy, he clenched deeper, drawing the blood as his arms brought the male closer as if in Darkness’ true embrace. All this in a single instance.
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The silence of the other only made the male smile. As he moved in the other punched, and the male’s hand instinctively came up, catching it. The technique that he used was made to deflect the strength, but he could feel the power of the other’s blow deep within his bones. But the proximity was more than enough. The creature welcomed it, his black soul needing to swallow up this male. He knew then, that this creature would be more than a mere acquaintance, could sense it like his own smell in the air. And so this determined what came next as he set himself within the cold, wet earth, the light cuts upon him weeping only slightly in the wind.
His own punch was blocked as he blocked the other with his left hand, and the two creatures were locked there, trembling with their effort. That cruel maw silently snarled, the corners of his lips curled in a terrible sneer. He was silent as the black orbs looked deeply into the place where the coyote’s eyes should have been before his hands opened, gripping the male with iron paws as his maw, that hungering maw, plunged into the bend in the male’s neck, his nose slipping beyond the scarf and coat like a breath of darkness. The teeth found their goal as they plunged themselves into that soft flesh, closing like the jaws of a steel trap. The blood flowed hotly and thickly into him, warming the cold, empty insides of the crow wolf. He had got what he wanted. He knew the other better than anyone would now. And with a snarl laced with his sinister ecstasy, he clenched deeper, drawing the blood as his arms brought the male closer as if in Darkness’ true embrace. All this in a single instance.