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lol
The predator waited, ever waiting. He had drawn his prey close, as if dangling a sweet piece of bait before his doe eyes. Heath had taken up the challenge of jumping for it, though he didn’t even know what danced on the end of the string, or who the true beast was that held the other end of the thin line. Forever waiting it was as if he still wasn’t close enough, Heath could be closer. Golden honey eyes looked into the distorted red of the other males, and as he spoke Heath could have vomited. The thought of such thing made the male was to wretch, and he understood very well that it was what he was talking about. Instead of indulging in regurgitating in disgust Heath only grew angrier. And in an instant, as the words passed into his ears and registered Heath jumped one final time to catch the little prize hanging from that string.
He jumped with force from his back legs, teeth and claws at the ready. He propelled himself forward with the anger and built frustration, wielding the hate he felt and the humiliation that the other constantly put him through with each condescending word, each confusing and cynical response. And of course the sick thing he was implying. Heath was hooked, the line tight as he hoped to meet the others face with a tooth filled kiss. All the other beast needed to do was reel him in, and gut him.
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Hope this makes sense. Hybrid tried to jump over Heath as Heath jumped at him (since he is slightly higher up).
[html] Hybrid saw the disgust. It lasted for a few seconds before it was replaced with pure, raw movement. The boy's expression hardened as he leapt at Hybrid, fangs bared and claws outstretched. Hybrid saw the flash of a decision in the boys eyes and a the flicker of movement moments before, but he was too slow. Hybrid barely managed to avoid the boy's jaws. Hybrid jumped over -- no, on to the boy -- using his elevation to his advantage, but the child's teeth caught his forelegs, drawing blood and piercing him deeply. Hybrid tried not to howl as the child's teeth tore through his flesh and as pain washed over him, tried to move, tried to breath.
He inhaled. He scrambled as he moved, trying to grab something, anything -- but most preferably, the child who was attacking him. He opened his jaws, moving to grasp the boy's neck between his teeth and snap him in two. In his Secui form, he was afforded the luxury of long, tough claws; with these, he moved to sink them into the boy's flesh. He tried to keep his movements small and concise, rather than flailing about, as what normally happened. He would have to work on that. He snarled, trying to reach for the boy's eyes and his shoulders with his claws, then pull back and release. He would release the boy. He would release him from all his silly insecurities and the silliest thing of all: his life. [/html]
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makes sense to me! I think… 
The youth was fast, but not as quick as he could have been if the beast was standing at the same height as he had. The creature was above him, it seemed in ever way. But Heath wanted to take him down a peg or two. In his own homeland the boy wanted to show him that respect should be granted to those that were friendly visitors. It was only right, and of course the anger that the coyote had raised in his core controlled his reaction. His confidence soared as he felt soft flesh against he teeth, the sweet metallic taste of blood gracing his tongue.
But he was over him, teeth grasping at the heavy skin that covered the nape of his neck. There was pain there, but Heath was a master at feeling such hurt and moving passed it. He even savored the feeling, letting a pleasure come from it as well. There were parts inside that scolded him for taking so long to engage the other male, prolonging the sweet pain that could be had. Of course fear for his life was secondary, but present. He tried to move away from him, pull away from the other's long claws and regain the distance they had once before. Her growled out of instinct, feeling the pain in his side as the claws raked against him.
They staggered apart, the male letting go of his neck and allowing their separation. Heath panted heavily as his dark yellow eyes looked at the beast that had finally come down to his level. Ready for the next wave of attack the boy stood bleeding, the pain soaking in and making him smile. He was sick to take the hurt and make it pleasure, but it was easy as he saw the effects of his teeth on the male's leg. The blood tainted his tawny colors just as thoroughly as they did his own.
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!!! Also: holyshit, Heath is a maaaaasochist. Aww. 
[html] For the amount of damage the child had done, the wounds felt superficial. They were meaningless in light of the other sorts of wounds he had received, and luckily, did not restrict his movements as much as they could. He felt pain shoot up his legs as the boy moved, and jerked, trying to push Hybrid off of him. But Hybrid would not it come to that. He would not let the boy bring him that far. No, Hybrid would be the one doing that; it would be his release. Hybrid was the one in control. Control, control, control.
He could feel it slipping away. He tried to latch on, snarling as he moved to dig his claws in deeper, transcending superficial scratches as he held onto the boy's fur. He could feel the boy snarl, could feel the contact, but there had to be more, more. Greedy, greedy, greedy. That was meaningless. Aggravated, Hybrid shifted, scrambling with his back legs to steady him and pushing himself forward, then attempting to bite down on the boy's neck. He was so close, so close. All he had was the fur between his teeth, but that too was nothing. Useless.
And then the contact was gone. The moment Hybrid lost contact, he attacked again, this time moving even quicker. He took the momentum of his descent to the ground and used it to propel himself again, keeping his movements tight and quick as he rounded the boy, gained some distance, moved closer, closer, closer, and attacked again. He ducked low, aiming to clamp his teeth down on the child's neck. He brought his clawed paws up to rake at the boy's face -- the advantage of the Secui form, indeed -- using his powerful hind legs to ground him. [/html]
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yup, just a little ;]
The pressure from the males body weighted him down. And he could feel the blood weep from the small cuts that the attacker had made, the attempt was futile. Heath would not allow him to sink his teeth deep within his skin. Claws fought, and the boy barely managed to keep standing. Again and again the male ran his teeth against his neck. Though the larger males body shadowed his own, Heath felt a shiver pass over his spine. The pain increased as another attempt was made to ensnare his neck, but Heath was passed savoring it. It was revolting the other’s body atop of his. The weight too much and his legs too weak.
White fangs, gleaming against their tainted fur, bit at the paws that came in contact with his face and shoulder. And then he was down. Against the ground and twisting his body in hopes of freeing his body from the other. It was a defeat, as well as a tactic. Jaws snapped against the limbs that tore at his body. The other would be on top of him in a moment, but the boy’s jaws shot out in hopes of find the soft throat of the male that sought his again and again.
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