06-08-2009, 08:08 AM
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Maybe have Jefferson grab Gabriel's scruff and get that kick off in his shoulder?
They were both unstoppable, immovable. Domination belonged to their wolfish blood, to the masculine desire to prove superiority. No longer were they throwing around rank or title, age or birthright. This was experience, skill, and nothing beyond the warfare of defense and aggression. They had to defend their family, their pack, their honor. They needed nothing more then to see each other bruised and bloodied by the end of this.
Gabriel saw the hand coming at him and jerked suddenly, grazing the sensation of the wolf’s fingertips. He felt them on his neck and withers and knew he was risking losing his ground. Teeth opened and snapped wildly, for the arm, for the torso, for whatever it was they could connect with.
They were both unstoppable, immovable. Domination belonged to their wolfish blood, to the masculine desire to prove superiority. No longer were they throwing around rank or title, age or birthright. This was experience, skill, and nothing beyond the warfare of defense and aggression. They had to defend their family, their pack, their honor. They needed nothing more then to see each other bruised and bloodied by the end of this.
Gabriel saw the hand coming at him and jerked suddenly, grazing the sensation of the wolf’s fingertips. He felt them on his neck and withers and knew he was risking losing his ground. Teeth opened and snapped wildly, for the arm, for the torso, for whatever it was they could connect with.