[m] if the price is right

Denver Mathis · 10-25-2011, 06:31 PM

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The beast let out a gurgling half-roar, and Denver sneered as he dug the knife deep into the flesh of the aggressor. Warm blood spilled out over his hand, and instantly he jerked the tool out of his belly, watching with curled lips as the pool of red grew beneath him. Maggie's face was covered in his blood, too, Denver noticed; her mouth was around his neck. By now all struggle was done, and the man fell with a splash into his own blood. He swallowed hard, the scent of blood filling his nostrils, sudden disgust overwhelming him. Pale eyes rolled away towards his partner, who stood over the body looking shaken and nearly sick. Denver cleared his throat. "You alright?" he asked, moving around the body carefully. His eyes narrowed on her neck, where he noticed bright, small circles of crimson. "Mm," he grumbled, noticing the missing fur there. The bastard had gotten her, after all. "Motherfucker," he growled, aiming a solid kick at the dead man's scrotum.

The mutt placed a hand on Maggie's shoulder, and he could feel her shaking. His own heart still raced steadily, his breath still short. "He was no more use alive anyways, Maggie..." Straightening his clothes and brushing off what debris remained on his clothing, Denver nodded to his partner. "C'mon, let's get back. You gotta get that looked at," he mumbled, hoping that the bleeding would stay minimal. Blood covered his own hands, too, but it wasn't his own. Disgusted, he held his hands away from his body, trying not to get anymore of the wolf's remains on his body. He couldn't remember seeing anywhere to wash his hands on the way there, either. At least the deed was done; Eris would be pleased.

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