erif; font-size:16pt; line-height:15pt;">as they thank the lord — the blind can't see His growling intensified as Gabriel's teeth raked the right side of his muzzle, striking just below his cheekbone and dragging nearly to the end. Blood flowed freely from the wound, but nonetheless, it was not entirely a major laceration; instead of yelping childishly, he had managed to pull his head back just enough that the cut would not be too deep for him to really handle. Everything would scar, but of course, he would be proud of his scars. They were physical manifestations, he believed, of the true demon he housed within himself. However, the sudden stop of his growling when the impact happened, and the way they restarted with an intensified volume, showed firmly that even his own blood was driving his senses mad. The young hybrid's eyes were already wild with it, strong, and his nails itched to bring Gabriel's into the blood. The scent of it spilling down the side of his muzzle, lingering on his lips as he tasted it through his bared teeth, mad the bloodlust react violently. With that, he stumbled back, his inexperience painfully obvious, and assessed the situation; Gabriel was much larger, much stronger, and much older than he. While he believed he was superior in some twisted way, he was neither an idiot nor a saint; he would not die valiantly, and neither would he line himself up for some serious pain. But he was also a masochist, and took pleasure in the pain, and a sadist who took pleasure in the blood. And so he darted forward once more, snapping jaws a blur as they went for any part of the older hybrid's face that he could reach. |
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