razorblade inside my soul
#8
[html]




indentCommunication was more then words. It was the contact of one body against another, a look, an unspoken act that displayed exactly what was needed. You deserve this, Gabriel might have said, tasting blood on his teeth. I welcome it, his companion replied, biting at the loose skin that slid away with minor scrapes and lost fur. His leg connected and Gabriel pushed hard.
indent Flattening his ears against his head, the doggish hybrid slammed his head against the smaller male’s side, still aiming to throw him over. If he could get him on the ground, then it would be over. If he could pin him down (hopefully on his belly, so he could not bite) then he could force him to calm down. As much as he might have wanted to destroy Hybrid, he would not because he needed him, and because he owed it to Faolin.



[/html]


Messages In This Thread

Forum Jump: