[M] there's a fire starting in my heart

Sirius Revlis · 05-02-2012, 01:34 PM

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HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM

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Warm blood pooled in his maw; Some his own, seeping there from various cuts in and around those vicious teeth. But most of it was Ezekiel's, and it slid down this throat and warmed the fire in his belly, like oil fed to machinery. His own wounds ached terribly, and Sirius was dimly aware of his growing exhaustion, stealing up on him once more. Ezekiel, too, had found his footing; He was crouched in a primal stance, and his snarl thrilled the mad King like no other. It was met with Sirius' own, a curdling thing that rattled his ribcage and hissed from between large incisors like the warning of a snake about to strike.

Each burst into movement simultaneously; Like slow motion, time stilled around them, and the forest held its baited breath as these two tyrants did collide. The thud of muscle meeting muscle echoed in the ripe silence, like the pulse that rushed in his ears, like the growl that tore from his throat and from Ezekiel's.

Two hands found purchase at his throat, and were firm there, instantly cutting off that maddened thrum from deep within him. At the same time, Sirius' superior form won the battle for gravity, and again he fell to pin the eagle, the fire lord. Like ying and yang their bodies curled, perfectly opposite, and yet perfectly the same. One huge paw came down on the man's collarbone, wicked claws dipping at his throat, pressing weight on the softness there.

The lack of air burned his lungs, and again and again his jaws snapped shut on the air, desperate to find purchase on the man who held him with trembling arms at bay. Each strained for muscular superiority, and yet, they were equal, and victory dimmed in each others eyes with every passing second. His chest heaved, desperate now for the cool life-giving oxygen, spittle flying as eyes burned white-hot into the other.

Suddenly, finally, with darkness blotting at his vision, Sirius ceased his struggling. From his wicked maw came a breathless cackle; The bloodlust in his eyes retreating as they glazed from exertion. The heavy paw at Ezekiel's throat pressed deep a moment more, claws nicking again where the pulse leapt there, before lifting its crushing weight.

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