Lion's Teeth

Pegasus stepped back as the mans fangs closed on his cheek, dropping his grip on the smaller male and snapping his jaws in an attempt to tear at his shoulder in an attempt to grip anything The man’s fangs had just barely missed his eye and as he twisted in his grip cleat like claws raked down this ribs and caught on the torn flesh making the wound worse. The man fought like a storm and in a vbrief instant Peg realized he was fighting for his life.

He rocked himself forward attempting to leverage the man under him to give him the advantage his ears pinned, his eyes narrowed his tail tucked, his stomach tightened his paws spread. This was battle, not one of the pomp and ritualistic spars from his home, the man was a complete animal.