Sorry for wait, again.. (300+)
It was like the coyote danced when he fought. Every move Haku made was taken into consideration, and the masked creature stepped backwards when he slashed after the coyote’s middle floor. The Dahlia man’s talons tasted nothing but air, but that was expected. His eyes still stayed below the other creature’s collarbone, staying on the man’s chest to have an overview of the figure’s movement. Haku’s feet seemed to be in doubt if they were to move the larger beast closer or not, but he knew what he was doing. He saw the upcoming move to and let it happen. His hand twisted to assure his wrist would not be sliced open by the man’s sharp claw, and when the coyote’s hand closed around his wrist with the artery pressed against the other man’s hand’s index, the wolf grabbed to get hold of his wrist in return. That was what he needed. The werewolf stepped closer while withdrawing the arm the coyote had caught hold of. Another attack came up on Haku, but he had seen it coming and moved even closer to allow the other male’s strike to his neck. His muscles were protected by thick skin already covered with older scars under the thick layer of chocolate pelt. He was close enough to melt into a warm embrace, but that was not the nature of their forging relationship. When the coyote’s claws scratched against his neck, the blue eyed man finally looked up to the other beast’s face. The trophy was within reach.
Haku’s free hand shot up towards the dressed creature’s side, but instead of clawing through the impressive clothing, his hand darted up to the back of the man’s head. Brushing the upper side of the coyote’s coat aside, Haku’s fingers found the knot of the other male’s and forced themselves in-between the tight bind and loosened it within half a second. Time to look into the super hero’s disguised eyes. With a solitary shake, Haku’s hand left the other man, but the pale cloth followed in his tight grasp. The hand with the other creature’s grip tightened. If Retribution was to run his sharp talons across his sensitive wrist, then Haku would have the opportunity to return the favour. Haku’s other hand curled into a fist and shot upwards towards the underside of the coyote’s upper arm to damage and then release himself from the claws that had caused blood to taint the pelt on his neck. His eyes fixed on a pair of black eyes. A gift given to one destined to fight the unruly citizens. Black as the dirt that would hide their frozen bodies from the world. He would not be able to read anything from those dark pools. |
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