06-16-2009, 05:12 PM
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Sure I'd be down for that  It was working. He was reaching this bastard. Reaching that mortal core of him that the man tried to hard to hide and ignore. All the coyote's attacks were vicious and unforgiving like they never had been before. Never before had he slipped into such a state of crazed mania. Even during his fight with Haku it had been different. Not like this. This was expanded tenfold. All he saw was black and white and red and he knew there needed to be more red. The pied brute needed to be covered in it. And not anyone else's blood, but his own. Onus would pour the man dry until nothing was left. Mere death was not enough. He wanted to extinguish every fiber of this monster's being. The wolf's blood soaked his hands and his muzzle, more and more of it fell into his mouth. It was a disgusting taste, but taking this lifeblood was too satisfying to stop. While Onus was aware he was pressed against the wall, it didn't much register. All he did was to keep his jaws clamped tightly on the other's neck and chomp down again with renewed vigor every now and then. This was no game, no dance. This was what they had both known was coming. Death. And the coyote was ready to get right to the chase. Onus was aware of the teeth that once again tore into his shoulder, but he felt nothing. The fury that fueled him took away his pain. It only added to his rage. As Corvus clamped down on his shoulder he clamped back down on the man's neck, harder than before. But then when the wolf's target moved to his neck he knew that he couldn't ignore the damage that could potentially be done there. Releasing his hold of that collared neck he snarled between his blood-drenched lips. Hands placed themselves lightly on the beast's hips, putting a small distance between them. And then he brought his knee up, smashing into the wolf's groin. Again and again and again and again, waiting for Corvus to back away before little was left of his manhood.  |