They were merely at the introduction stage. Fangs sought flesh and she was game, unwilling to accept the fate that he was offering her. Acceptance was something that his victims rarely sought until it was too late. Although the man found pleasure in their despair and the look in their eyes when they realized that death could not be avoided, he did not understand it. Why did they choose to go through pain and suffering when a quick, fanged move would quickly take it all away? Was it the foolish desire to maintain life? To linger in this world a few extra moments? Haku saw the world as it was, and he always seemed to expect that it was obvious to the rest of the restless souls as well. It was pathetic how often he was proven wrong. Perhaps that was why he was withering away so much faster now. The demon was right, always was.
Her fangs wanted to rasp and tear through his skin, but the male twisted his muzzle sharply; expecting such a thing. Getting a proper blow to the face in the starting phrase was a move that rarely worked. The large female did not disappoint, did not meekly allow his teeth to sink deeply into her face and cause her immediate defeat. His fangs dived to counter hers and they clashed together, singing loudly in the lifeless world where only these two dreamers existed. He could feel the sensation of damaged nerves timidly registering damage, but they were shallow, insignificant cuts as his jaws met hers. His claws found warm flesh and dug greedily into the soft tissue.
A more revered colour danced out from the hidden lines beneath her fur that were slowly created by his slicing paws. His hold on her was not good, and the limited muscles in his paws jerked in an attempt to hook better on to her flesh. She was reluctant to assist him at this task and her body danced away; causing his claws to go shallow before letting go completely. Balance was had been maintained with the remaining front limb and he pressed onwards despite the dangerous closeness of their competing jaws. She pulled back and he watched her muscles work as she rose up on her hind legs just to come crushing down on him. Brute force was something that large beast had plenty of, but the moves were heavy. Haku had learned from own experience that such moves could be brutally successful, yet huge risk was taken.
Originally this was the way Haku would have fought, though he did his best not to put too much of his own resources and strength into bolder moves. His movement did not often give away the next strike, and if he failed at a move he would not suffer as his body reluctantly gathered after having put his whole body into it. His hind legs pushed against the death soil and he met her. He pushed up against her as she pummelled down; meeting her halfway while dancing slightly to the right and withdrawing his left upper body as best he could as her paw came down on him. It did not hinder her move from meeting the target, but the full intended strength was not able to get through. The secui’d neck and shoulder was well armoured with arctic fur, thicker skin and tough muscles from many years of daily workout. It was a small sacrifice for a chance to reach her more vulnerable areas such as her tempting throat and delicate belly.
His jaws sought to move beneath her deadly fangs, down to where her delicious blood ran strong through that particularly large blood vein. Her weight was still coming down on her, but his hand legs stood strong and he allowed his left front leg to swiftly swipe for her vulnerable belly. No particular strength was given into the attack on her underside, but then again not that much was needed for that soft area to puncture and bleed pink candy. Blood motes had started their glorious task of populating the crisp air that had been strangely scentless until now. He drew in that attractive scent – felt desire rip through him. It belonged to both of them, but Haku did not necessarily require another individual’s blood in order to get high on the scent. His body screamed with the lust for more.
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