11-25-2009, 04:46 PM
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thanks to jael for the table! Hooraaaaaaaaaaay. XD
All of the wolf's bravado had utterly evaporated from his big frame. He was fucked, and he damn well knew it. Though panic rose in his chest and his heart slammed steadily against his ribcage, the wolf's fist crushed his throat, and the edges of Charon's vision were slowly dimming as the coyote hybrid suffocated him. What the hell had he done so wrong? Yeah, kissing another man's woman was surely wrong, but it was just a harmless little kiss. It wasn't like he'd actually done any of the sloppy, filthy-horrible things running through his head when he'd first laid eyes on the tawny-furred, beautiful woman.
Now she was the furthest thing from his mind, forgotten entirely in the struggle as indigo-blue eyes peered into swirling crimson, madness shining clear and through the bloodied gaze. The silver-furred wolf looked up at the new coyote, a sort of gurgling sound issuing from his throat as he attempted to talk with the weight of the smaller canine on his throat. There was a strange touch, hardly erotic to the Arctic wolf at this very moment, but utterly and completely wrong. The blue eyes widened and the man struggled harder, having no idea what the man's intent was but knowing in his heart it was no good. He shook his head as best he could, as firmly and as vehemently as he could—no, now he was just goddamn terrified.
All of the wolf's bravado had utterly evaporated from his big frame. He was fucked, and he damn well knew it. Though panic rose in his chest and his heart slammed steadily against his ribcage, the wolf's fist crushed his throat, and the edges of Charon's vision were slowly dimming as the coyote hybrid suffocated him. What the hell had he done so wrong? Yeah, kissing another man's woman was surely wrong, but it was just a harmless little kiss. It wasn't like he'd actually done any of the sloppy, filthy-horrible things running through his head when he'd first laid eyes on the tawny-furred, beautiful woman.
Now she was the furthest thing from his mind, forgotten entirely in the struggle as indigo-blue eyes peered into swirling crimson, madness shining clear and through the bloodied gaze. The silver-furred wolf looked up at the new coyote, a sort of gurgling sound issuing from his throat as he attempted to talk with the weight of the smaller canine on his throat. There was a strange touch, hardly erotic to the Arctic wolf at this very moment, but utterly and completely wrong. The blue eyes widened and the man struggled harder, having no idea what the man's intent was but knowing in his heart it was no good. He shook his head as best he could, as firmly and as vehemently as he could—no, now he was just goddamn terrified.