We'll fight until you forget who you belong to
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04-09-2020, 04:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-09-2020, 03:28 PM by Dove.)
D O V E W H I T E
It didn't register, to Dove, that he'd managed to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of Sirius' snout until he'd fallen on his side, the breath kicking out of him as he released his grip on the other wolf's snout. He laid there, breath harsh in his lungs as he panted heavily. It did nothing, however, to cool the man's anxiety or his temper. Sirius bent to help him stand, and Dove was still silent in the face of his laughter and the words he couldn't hear over the roaring in his ears.
"You had no right," Dove whispered before turning suddenly, stress and pure, undiluted rage pouring from him in a shout, "You had no right!" His temples pounded, and his hackles still stood, no matter that the spar had ended. He was still there, like a rat in a maze, tail no longer tucked, but flagged out behind him as he finally stopped fighting the anger that befell him. To be backed into a corner, only shortly after Dove had allowed himself to be lured into a false sense of security, convinced that even if Sirius was no friend, he was no foe, at the very least. He'd been wrong, and as he'd been taught harsher lessons in trust, he should have known better.
His lips parted, ready to lay into the other wolf when he noted the blood not only dripping from Sirius' snout but the blood he tasted on his tongue as well. As suddenly as it'd come, the renewed rage died out, leaving only anxiety and fear in its place. Dove skittered backwards a few steps, his tail, hackles, and ears dropping as though rocks weighed them down. His tail didn't tuck completely, but it dangled between his haunches. "Sirius, I--," Dove swallowed the lump in his throat. I didn't mean to would be false because, in the moment of rage and desire for the situation to be swiftly concluded, Dove had absolutely meant to score as he had.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask the Sirius to turn tail and get the hell away from him, but guilt lanced through Dove, bitter and all-consuming, chasing away the last of his anger but leaving the anxiety and the fear behind. Dove shook his head again, turning away from Sirius. "Are you happy now?"
Note: Permission to PP Dove given.
He walks. "He speaks." He thinks.
It didn't register, to Dove, that he'd managed to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of Sirius' snout until he'd fallen on his side, the breath kicking out of him as he released his grip on the other wolf's snout. He laid there, breath harsh in his lungs as he panted heavily. It did nothing, however, to cool the man's anxiety or his temper. Sirius bent to help him stand, and Dove was still silent in the face of his laughter and the words he couldn't hear over the roaring in his ears.
"You had no right," Dove whispered before turning suddenly, stress and pure, undiluted rage pouring from him in a shout, "You had no right!" His temples pounded, and his hackles still stood, no matter that the spar had ended. He was still there, like a rat in a maze, tail no longer tucked, but flagged out behind him as he finally stopped fighting the anger that befell him. To be backed into a corner, only shortly after Dove had allowed himself to be lured into a false sense of security, convinced that even if Sirius was no friend, he was no foe, at the very least. He'd been wrong, and as he'd been taught harsher lessons in trust, he should have known better.
His lips parted, ready to lay into the other wolf when he noted the blood not only dripping from Sirius' snout but the blood he tasted on his tongue as well. As suddenly as it'd come, the renewed rage died out, leaving only anxiety and fear in its place. Dove skittered backwards a few steps, his tail, hackles, and ears dropping as though rocks weighed them down. His tail didn't tuck completely, but it dangled between his haunches. "Sirius, I--," Dove swallowed the lump in his throat. I didn't mean to would be false because, in the moment of rage and desire for the situation to be swiftly concluded, Dove had absolutely meant to score as he had.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask the Sirius to turn tail and get the hell away from him, but guilt lanced through Dove, bitter and all-consuming, chasing away the last of his anger but leaving the anxiety and the fear behind. Dove shook his head again, turning away from Sirius. "Are you happy now?"
Note: Permission to PP Dove given.
He walks. "He speaks." He thinks.
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