Heath stood his ground, his face as grim as the other’s. He had tried so hard, and nothing. The male just did nothing, spouting garbage and thinking that he was still something better. The thoughts ran through his mind, again and again. Still the scarred male thought he was godly, someone too great to even give his name while Heath begged for something more. He would have been happy with anything, and yet he gave nothing. And now he was coward. First he was a stranger, then he wasn’t worth the name he owned, then he wasn’t worth more then a sentence of explanation, and now he was a coward.
He wasn’t a child, not as he looked up at the other male sitting upon the pedestal that he had created for himself. It was foolish, but he moved with speed only a youth of his age could manage, but Heath still denied him what he wanted. He came so close that they could have touched noses, his ears, tail and head as tall as they could grow. Is this what the other wanted, did he want to share the breath that was expelled from the hybrid’s mouth? Turn around then. the words came with a growl that was unlike anything that he had shown the coyote thus far.
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