wont feel nothin' better

Dag was too heavy to be moved by her much lighter frame, but instead he let her take him down. He tucked his muzzle just time for her jaws and teeth to graze just below his eyes. Blood beaded on the fresh scratches. It felt glorious. Thunder crashed again, and it felt like the boom passed through him and out of his toes, resonating back into the earth. Lightning colored the sky again, and Dag was absolutely certain that he was in love.

He sat roughly back his haunches, with Deathbelle's front legs wrapped around his shoulders and his head tucked down against her chest. His blood streamed on to the markings on her chest, and for a moment, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Distantly, a voice in the back of his head berated him for how sore he would be tomorrow, but it felt like something coming from a different dimension. It held no bearing here. Panting hard, Dagfinn surrendered to the glorious storm.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 2 of 2
Height: Medium
Build: Medium
Skill: Beginner