Mel and her Gabriel. :] ASS WHUPPING TIEM.

Hybrid was bored. No, scratch that, he was fucking bored. Fucking hell, hell, fucking, bitch, cunt. Except no fucking, since all his fuckbuddies were gone. All of them. Pilot was gone, Samael was gone, and Jasper had visited, but had not said a thing. In addition, Anselm was gone (not that they'd had sex, but still, he could have tried). Even that stupid wolf, whatever the hell his name was, was gone. Not that he cared -- it had been a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing, nothing attached, nothing involved.

Nothing. That was his problem. He had fucking nothing. And his last something had been a wolf. A fucking wolf, a white wolf (just like his uncle, the brother to his father and father to his brother). A white wolf. A wolf. "Fuck!" He shouted at last, snarling wildly, claws digging into the earth. He slashed at the earth once, twice, thrice, then... nothing. He felt empty, hollow, full of nothing. Normally he'd feel angry, he'd feel something. But there was nothing, no one for him now. It was not so much that he was alone or that he missed anyone, but rather, that he liked the feel of another's body, be it pressed up against his, or too far to touch, but close enough to watch. There was nothing like that here, not now. There was simply nothing, and Inferni itself had collapsed upon itself.

He had been found. The quiet sanctity had since been disrupted, and the scuffed earth was no longer his, only his. He glanced at Gabriel, nodded brusquely, then looked away. He knew if he tried to say anything, it would just come out in a snarl. He knew that if he looked at the other coyote (wolf, dog, something. Gabriel looked nothing like a coyote and they both knew it) he would explode or fly into a rage. And for no reason at all. For nothing, for everything that should be that was not. All because Hybrid was pitying himself (or something like that), because Hybrid was wavering, unable to decide what he felt.

He glanced back up at Gabriel and knew. He was pissed, fucking livid. "Fuck it," he snarled. He was right -- his words had been mutated, no longer words, but a growl with some sort of intonation. "Fuck me!" He shouted at the other canine, "fucking do it... fuck, do it, DO IT," he shouted, edging closer, words becoming more incomprehensible the more he shouted. DoitdoitdoitdoitdoitDOMEFUCKMEsomethingDOIT. He wouldn't grovel, but he could make his demands known, couldn't he? (Couldn't he?)

He had gotten what he wanted: a reaction. Something, someone that could feel something. Even if he could not, it was refreshing to know there were those who could. No. That was wrong. It wasn't refreshing. It was.... nothing. Hybrid felt nothing, heard Gabriel shout at him once, twice, thrice, each time getting louder. But it meant nothing to him because he could not feel any of it. The words reverberated once, twice, thrice in his mind, but after that, they dulled to an echo, a faint whimper in the background.

Hybrid inhaled, about to snarl something back when he felt Gabriel slam his shoulder into his body. Hybrid tried to yelp, but struggled to gasp for air, oxygen, something. He tried to pant, but the sudden contact had stolen all his breath. He gasped as he rolled backwards, tumbled into the root of a tree and landed awkwardly so it was digging into his side. He forced himself up, rotating his body and rolling over. He stumbled to his feet, gasping wildly, trying to breathe. "Fuck," he gasped, "you," trying to regain his breath, then moved slowly and cautiously, inching closer. He ducked low, weaving to one side and leaping at the male from the other, using the small motion to propel him forward and attack.

Hybrid felt the contact, the clang of knowledge that resounded in his mind. Now, neither of them said anything; the only sounds were those made through attack, the sound as Gabriel pushed toward him, claws raking against the dirt, the quiet snarl Hybrid retaliated with, and the dull sound as Hybrid twisted and writhed in the other creature's grip. He heard the snap of jaws only centimetres away from his face, and felt Gabriel snap at him, once, and then twice, the first time ripping a hole in his ear, the second time coming dangerously close to his throat and yanking on Hybrid's fur with his teeth. He felt Gabriel's breath once more, hot against his flesh, and then the searing pain as the male's fangs found their mark and dug into the side of his neck. Hybrid howled and pulled back, an unfortunate mistake, which only made the wound worse.

Hybrid lashed out, trying to use their closeness to his own advantage, striking at Gabriel's stomach, in the opening his raised foreleg created. At the same time, he tried to bite down on the joint where Gabriel's leg met his chest, unable to reach much higher without lunging at him. Hybrid twisted and turned, trying to evade the attacks, but felt Gabriel's foreleg make contact, gouging a wound in Hybrid's neck over top of the small, shallow scars left from a fight two months ago.

He was getting nowhere. His attempts were feeble at best, and the tide seemed to be shifting in Gabriel's favour. Unable to reach much higher than Gabriel's shoulder, Hybrid had resigned himself to trying to bite the other male's legs off (knowing this would not work, as Gabriel was more dog and wolf, and thus, had much thicker, heavier legs). If Hybrid had been a hyena, this might have been another story. But he did not have the bone-crushing power a hyena did, and did not have the height or mass like a wolf did. And fighting so close to someone so large had been a bad idea to begin with. The only way he could win would be if he ducked in and out, evading and attacking. But he was too close now, and Gabriel had far too much experience. Hybrid's own simply told him that he was doomed to failure.

Hybrid snarled, and tried to bite down on something; anything. And still nothing. Now past the point of desperation, Hybrid lunged at Gabriel, and was promptly swatted aside. The moment he had jumped at the other canine, Gabriel had moved to push him. Hybrid's momentum was thrown off, and he was pushed aside in mid-leap, tumbling to the ground in a heap. He skidded a metre, rolling awkwardly over the scuffed ground. He tried to continue the roll and stand up, but was feeling rather dizzy and disoriented. He tried to lash out once more, tried to feel the location of the other canine, but ultimately knew the fight was over. Tense, he waited for Gabriel to approach him so he could at least take him down with him.