razorblade inside my soul
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indent He felt teeth grazing his legs, felt Hybrid’s body move and then leave him. Gabriel took fast movements, his feet crushing frozen grass under them. The smaller male lashed out at him, narrowly avoided his feet. Despite the fact that his opponent was down, Gabriel knew from his own experience that this ultimately did not mean anything. If he managed to pin him down, he could use his weight until the red-eyed typhoon calmed enough to talk sense. Or at least, to hear what Gabriel was saying.

indent Both front paws came down on either side of the shoulders, and his hind legs did the same near the base of the spine. What Gabriel did next he would not have done had his intent been to kill. He, in the simplest terms, laid on Hybrid. Without hands he could not hold any attempts to escape, but by laying atop the man he could prevent him from moving and keep his head from whipping around to strike.






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