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sharksThe bandages under his cloak shifted slightly with every step. For the most part, he maintained the same expressionless expression, but now and again, he couldn't help but wince a little. The bear had cut him deep, but he wasn't sure yet if the gashes would scar. He'd never had anything scar before, but there was a first time for everything -- the wound still looked tender and raw after two days; that was a bad sign, right? The city was not a place he had really been through yet, but he was glad he'd been able to find cloth and bandages easily enough, and--
sharksA scream that shouldn't have been familiar because she should never have a reason to scream. Arkham did not think. He was running before the name even surfaced in his head, and the wooden door snapped back violently as he burst in, teeth already bared and hackles raised underneath his mint-scented cloak and mask.
sharksHe slammed Samael against the wall with enough force that the wood cracked and splintered. Before the other even had a chance to react, he pulled him over again and smashed him against the floor to the same effect. Vaguely, the younger male could feel his stomach aching with pain as his wounds were stretched and irritated, as the blood and adrenaline flowed through his body again.
sharksThe Prince of Fear scrambled to his feet and only offered a sneer. Arkham reached for him again, ready to draw blood, ready to tear him apart, but the man ran. The grey coyote started to after him, but his stomach pulsed again. Pain, pain, pain. He growled low and stopped, clutching his reopened wound from beneath his cloak.
sharksThe bandages under his cloak shifted slightly with every step. For the most part, he maintained the same expressionless expression, but now and again, he couldn't help but wince a little. The bear had cut him deep, but he wasn't sure yet if the gashes would scar. He'd never had anything scar before, but there was a first time for everything -- the wound still looked tender and raw after two days; that was a bad sign, right? The city was not a place he had really been through yet, but he was glad he'd been able to find cloth and bandages easily enough, and--
sharksA scream that shouldn't have been familiar because she should never have a reason to scream. Arkham did not think. He was running before the name even surfaced in his head, and the wooden door snapped back violently as he burst in, teeth already bared and hackles raised underneath his mint-scented cloak and mask.
Get the fuck away from her!he snarled viciously as he dug his claws into the other man's shoulder and pulled him back with a furious force that he didn't realize he had. It wasn't until he saw the other coyote's face that he recognized him as his half-brother. His rage only multiplied then.
sharksHe slammed Samael against the wall with enough force that the wood cracked and splintered. Before the other even had a chance to react, he pulled him over again and smashed him against the floor to the same effect. Vaguely, the younger male could feel his stomach aching with pain as his wounds were stretched and irritated, as the blood and adrenaline flowed through his body again.
What the fuck did you think you were doing!?He didn't think before he spoke, but even then he did not let himself slip a "she's your goddamn sister!" That information wasn't needed. It was wrong enough already. It was a crime enough already. How could he?
sharksThe Prince of Fear scrambled to his feet and only offered a sneer. Arkham reached for him again, ready to draw blood, ready to tear him apart, but the man ran. The grey coyote started to after him, but his stomach pulsed again. Pain, pain, pain. He growled low and stopped, clutching his reopened wound from beneath his cloak.
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