04-07-2009, 01:20 AM
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I HOLD SECRETS FLAME
As the enemy caught his punch just as Onus had caught his, the man realized what a dangerous situation this had become. He was stuck. Stuck in close proximity with this being. He was already using all his strength to stay locked with the wolf and trying to release and move out of the way would be just as dangerous. If only he could reach into his coat and grab that piece of glass, stabbing it into the beast's throat. It was impossible now though. He gave no hint of his concerns, however. An almost invisible snarl moved his lips as hidden eyes stared straight back into those black holes. Never compromise. Never surrender.
What happened next he hadn't expected though. Eyes widened beneath the cloth as he felt those cold sabers sink into his neck and shoulder. A loud snarl ripped through the air and he snapped as best he could at the foul brute's head. Years. It had been years since an enemy had sunk their teeth into such a vital part of him. Hands gripped the male back, hoping to dig in as far as they could. He could feel the wolf clench his jaws tighter and pull him closer. No. Onus moved one foot to rest on the evil scum's cut thigh. Then he maneuvered his other foot onto the dark chest. This was going to hurt like hell and do more damage, but it was either that or succumb to this creature. He wouldn't let that happen.
With all his remaining strength that was quickly draining from him with his blood Onus pushed off from the dark man. He felt his flesh rip through the beast's jaws as he tore himself free. The coyote landed heavy in the mud. Immediately one hand flew to put pressure on the large wound. His breathing was becoming more labored, but he didn't move any further. Didn't move to run away. He sat there, blood leaking through his fingers, and stared at the dark bastard.
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As the enemy caught his punch just as Onus had caught his, the man realized what a dangerous situation this had become. He was stuck. Stuck in close proximity with this being. He was already using all his strength to stay locked with the wolf and trying to release and move out of the way would be just as dangerous. If only he could reach into his coat and grab that piece of glass, stabbing it into the beast's throat. It was impossible now though. He gave no hint of his concerns, however. An almost invisible snarl moved his lips as hidden eyes stared straight back into those black holes. Never compromise. Never surrender.
What happened next he hadn't expected though. Eyes widened beneath the cloth as he felt those cold sabers sink into his neck and shoulder. A loud snarl ripped through the air and he snapped as best he could at the foul brute's head. Years. It had been years since an enemy had sunk their teeth into such a vital part of him. Hands gripped the male back, hoping to dig in as far as they could. He could feel the wolf clench his jaws tighter and pull him closer. No. Onus moved one foot to rest on the evil scum's cut thigh. Then he maneuvered his other foot onto the dark chest. This was going to hurt like hell and do more damage, but it was either that or succumb to this creature. He wouldn't let that happen.
With all his remaining strength that was quickly draining from him with his blood Onus pushed off from the dark man. He felt his flesh rip through the beast's jaws as he tore himself free. The coyote landed heavy in the mud. Immediately one hand flew to put pressure on the large wound. His breathing was becoming more labored, but he didn't move any further. Didn't move to run away. He sat there, blood leaking through his fingers, and stared at the dark bastard.