My Automatic Action

Noir pinned her to the ground and shook his head violently, inflicting enough damage to her scruff that he’d surely cause her a bit of scarring. He’d leave his mark on her, for no real reason beyond his desire to. To prove to her that she wasn’t as hot as she thought she was. ‘Nothing going to happen’ to her except for him. He chuckled deeply to himself as blood filled his mouth, and when his victory was assured Noir moved off of her. He attacked and maimed her for his own gratification, he’d leave her now for the same reason. ”Still sure you don’t need anyone? Seems you’re not as capable as you thought. Shame.”

The bright striped behemoth shook himself as he stepped away, adrenaline raced through him still. Noir side eyed her small frame as he smirked, content with his work of crushing her in the dirt. ”I really hoped I wasn’t going to be so disappointed.”