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Fangs found their target and dug deep. As his teeth sunk down into that marvelous flesh, blood sprayed out from the wound and set his senses on fire. Sometimes the demonic beast was surprised of how much the teeth could take without giving after. The muscles in his neck flexed and worked and succeeded at stopping the woman in her track. He held on to that piece of her, determined that this was it. She could shake and tear, but Haku would not let go of her now. What happened immediately after caused a venomous growl to rumble deeply within his vessel. There was pain, but such a mortal feeling was only beating dully in the background together with his heart beats. Sensation was an overrated thing, but Haku was not happy about the spot he had foolishly let open above the leg. The man was on his way to sidestep and bite his way into the woman further when the unthinkable happened; The hybrid woman ripped loose and left a lonely chunk in his jaws. For a moment confusion was what ruled his face. Instantly he started to back away from her, as if protective of the piece of flesh he was carrying. Precious, it was. His neck recoiled like that of a snake, and quickly, that piece of flesh was devoured. She was his now.
The wolf was not fully aware of his own injuries. His nerves did not transmit the exact damage because there was something wrong with the man. There was pain in his system, circulating and keeping the adrenaline flowing, but less than there should be. The scent of the red wine he so adored seemed to clog up his nostrils with its appealing perfume, but that piece of her flesh had cost him. She came after him like a deadly feline, and his jaws opened up wide, offering her a view of those hellish daggers that had been made to rip and tear her body asunder. Until now, except for snarl in surprise when she had maimed the flesh where his leg connected to the rest of the body, Haku had been dangerously silent. The man saw the use of voice in these settings as unnecessary. Now, his throat rumbled back at her, but the sound produced was not that of a wolf’s. It was a bellowing roar of a monster born in those fiery pits beneath the face of the earth. Her fangs came down hard, and the man snapped his own jaws shut and threw his head roughly away from her attack, but it was not good enough. One of her vampire fangs caught hold and ripped through close to the base of his muzzle, and created a long slash as the man moved his face away at the same time. His face had been mostly unmarred by now, but now she had left her mark on him.
The man’s eyes finally started to emit true emotion in the form of wild fire. She was only female. The tear in his muzzle was more obvious to him than the other wounds, because he could feel a small river of additional liquid run down into his mouth and further down along his throat. The world exploded and he together with it. With all his weight, he came back at her, deciding he had been on the defense long enough. He pushed against her, snapping after her face and slashing out with his front claws in turn. She needed to kneel down into the mud and die.
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